After almost six years of reliable service and dedication to our coffee needs, a vital member of our household has taken an early retirement.
The plastic was removed, the boiler filled, pump primed, and then H made a few brew-and-dump trial runs before Brewtus was ready for action.
As sad as it was to move trusty Miss Silvia into the laundry room while Rocky, her former dedicated companion the burr grinder, remains safely in his place, it's a whole new double-boiler system coffee world for us. Or at least it is for the in-house barista, because Brewtus intimidates me.
Gender has been reassigned to the espresso machine; it's fitting giving the more macho-ness of the new guy in town. I'll need to spend some time on the google group and getting acquainted with his more aggressive yet results-oriented ways. (Please forgive my coffee sexism.)
Nothing brings people together like great espresso drinks. Well, except for great alcohol. But since we ply friends with our supply of decent booze more often than caffeine, it was fun to have an excuse to have an open coffee house morning.
A group of peeps dropped by to get a dose and watch H command Brewtus like the Dog Whisperer would advise � Brewtus has been consistently exercised with calm, discipline, and affection. He held up like a champ and followed commands to the letter.
This definitely feels like the beginning of a lasting relationship. So sorry, Miss Silvia.