Now some of you may call this tooting my own horn. So be it.
I made this lovely latte.
I packed the beans, pulled the shots and steamed the milk into this frothy state of frothiness.
Bert took the lovely photo which shows my creation to full advantage.
Hang on, I gotta take a sip of this beauty…ah, heaven.
See when I met Bert he was seriously into the ritual of the perfect latte. Me, not so much.
To his horror I would add chocolate sprinkles, or honey or sugar to my latte. Really, knowing him now as well as I do I’m shocked we ever had a second date.
But I finally saw the light and evolved into drinking espresso with only perfectly steamed milk for the fine taste. And after many years of coaching I now make pretty a pretty fine latte.
Don’t you agree?