Coffee..

The most simple tasks, the most mundane tasks, are the ones that I love.
Making Holly's Caramel Macchiato is one of the many highlights of my day.  

Steaming milk has always frightened me, but as of lately its been oddly therapeutic, 

I hear her mumble something about cofffee and off I go

Step one: turn the machine on

step two: get the same dark blue mug

step three: tamp the grounds into the head

step four: find my phone and open the stopwatch

(I have found that with my little espresso machine 21 seconds exactly is the perfect shot)

step five: grab the milk and push the steam button on the machine

step six: pour the milk into the metal cup

step seven: turn on the steam wand and wait for it to stop pushing water

step eight: place wand into milk at a diagonal angle

step nine: create foam with a bobbing motion and wait for the metal to feel like it is going to burn my hand off

step ten: pour vanilla syrup and caramel sauce into bottom of blue mug

step eleven: screw head onto espresso machine

step twelve: hit hot water button on espresso machine

Step thirteen: grab a half glass and place it under the head

step fourteen: turn switch and start stopwatch sanctimoniously and wait exactly 21 seconds

Step fifteen: pour espresso into the dark blue mug

Step sixteen: pour milk into the dark blue mug

Step seventeen: spoon foam onto the coffee-milky mixture

Step eighteen: drizzle caramel sauce onto the foamy top

Step nineteen: hand Holly her coffee

Step twenty: watch a smile develop over my best friends face as she takes her first sip of coffee

Twenty steps I take and it always feels like one fluid motion. I take pride in the art of coffee making. It's tranquil, like yoga for my soul, or something like that.