Confession #342


When I grow up, I want to be a barista.
I would love to own a big, beautiful coffee machine (I don't know which one yet but it will surely be bigger than my Breville). I would make the most beautiful, elegant cappuccinos and produce espressos that have the perfect colour, consistency etc. I would make the most amazing, delightful froth (and not burn it) and I would pour the most exquisite little floral pattens. (Obviously I don't know what I'm talking about but hey, one can always dream).
In the meantime, I'll just take pictures of beautiful coffee machines and order coffee from Tribeca or Woollies.
The cool barista at Tribeca. Photo by Riette Basson

One of the beautiful numbers. Photo by Riette Basson

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