She’s hot
Marco Rüegg, Freelance Editor
My first time, in a rustico in the Maggia Valley. You and me. A debacle, a mess, a battlefield. Logically, no one had ever talked to me about it before. How was I supposed to know how something like this works, how wonderful it can be – as a tea drinker? Since (my) lady has given me her own Bialetti plus the patience to explain to me the object that only an Italian could have invented in its sleek aesthetics and functional simplicity – I have been in love ever since. Hopeless. Addicted to their smell, their gurgling, our ritual: water, powder, screw it on sensitively. Then there is the luxury of waiting, which capsule coffee children will probably never understand. Six minutes, seven, until the climax, until the bubbles bubbling out of the spout announce: full can!
