Also I ate the rugala (pastry wrapped round crushed apricots and dusted with icing sugar, made in the kitchen at the back) on the plate.
As for my coffee-making progress... well, there's more to steaming milk than meets the untrained eye. So rather than waste the annual output of a cow, I've been practicing with water and washing-up liquid.
Why? Believe it or not, cold water in a jug with a squirt of washing-up liquid behaves in a similar way to milk - it steams and froths to the same texture.
When he's not making coffees look as good as they taste he's equally adept at piling washing up in the sink for me.
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