Why do we fall down, Master Bruce? To learn how to get up.
~ Alfred, Batman Begins
When I take that first sip of latte and the espresso is just a wee bit toasty for my taste there is no one to blame but myself. I chose the brand of bean and steamed the milk. The abuse perpetrated upon my tongue is the failure of no one but myself. In such times I have learned get back up, pour the tainted liquid into the sink, and restart the deluxe espresso machine. Yes, I might fall again and again becoming the source of a caffeinated river before the milk, espresso, and temperature fit together perfectly into that small window of acceptability. To ignore our weaknesses is to submit to them, which means I must not rest until I have perfected the preparation procedure for these finest of beans collected by native hands in some rain forest or other. I must toil at great expense and through unknown hardships, but perhaps one day, the horrors and frustrations that come along with an espresso compulsion may cease with that perfect blend and the obsessiveness can be transferred, at long last, to cappuccino.
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