This Iconic Device

 Upon visiting the MOMA recently for a special exhibit on 'Kitchens', I stumbled upon this pre-war piece of equipment thati I so often take for granted everyday. Patented in 1930, this is the exact design that I put to task 3 minutes each morning which signals a sign of regiment that has become unobtrusively routine. Listening to it  quietly percolate while finishing can draw my attention rooms away.
  First given to me by my mother some years ago, it was shelved for a French Press that had been broken and replaced several times. So too the Moka Express has been replaced many times, not for its faulty design by Mr. Bialetti, but for its faulty operator who tends to let its handle sit off-center into the gas flame until it smokes and ultimately drips. Its spout does however tend to drip often onto the white enamel of the stove, baking on, and having to be scrubbed with sufficient elbow grease at least once a week

 

   Occasionally our frothy creation can be accompanied by a raisin danish, freshly proofed in the early morning hours. But those  times are few and far between. More than likely you'll find a scene on the aptly named 'coffee' table' pictured below, that features items of late, attributed to the other newly acquired lactose craving creature of our home, Emma Elizabeth.
What runs through our veins runs through hers, so we are almost a year away from our conversion to decaf espresso.