The day started off well, for the first time we left home early on Saturday (10AM) on our usual mission, browsing some of the thousands of stores. We first went to Roseville which has grown on us, we enjoy the area, plus they’ve got a really huge Barnes and Noble, and I can find (for the first time) books that I’m interested in. Let me not go off topic, our mission for the morning was to find a new camera since our old one packed up and is only due back from repairs in about two months time, which is too long, because the weather is really looking good, sunny, warm (15 degrees C), it feels like summer, so for the first time we get to test the sun-roof, aahhh, that’s fantastic. So we went to the camera store, and decided we liked the Canon Elan IIE, but we’d shop around first, so we head off to the Mall of America . . . now I recall what our secondary mission was for going to Roseville, my watch, let me back track somewhat.
A week ago we went to JC Penny, it’s an everything store with clothes, jewelry, linen, cutlery, lamps, clocks etc. Now my watches battery was running low and the digital display was flashing, which became annoying, so as we discovered that JC Penny had a watch service department, we figured we’d just take the watch there to get the battery replaced, so the “young” teenager behind the counter casually takes the watch and replaces the battery and sets the time (ever so kindly), later that afternoon I decide to set the date and analog time etc. what a disaster, the analog time is out of sync with the digital time which is out of sync with the second time zone. My booklet is back in South Africa, so I figured I’d just send it off to Rado USA and have them fix it up for me. So during the week, I figured that all they would have to do a t JC Penny is set the analog time to 12:00, quickly remove the battery and then replace it. So they did that, I kept checking that the watch would be water resistant when they’re done. “It should be”, the young man replies, I decided not to comment. THEN, the watch was one minute off, I complain, the teenager looks with this blank face (speechless), which just about said, “What is one minute?”, I decided not to put up a fuss, as I was lucky it still worked (or so I thought), but then it occasionally switched off and on, and reset the digital times, so it’s all out of sync, and now it does so continually. I have given up on JC Penny.
So we head off to the Mall of America with our mission of getting the watch repaired and finding a better price than the $599.00 quoted for the camera. I suppose you’re wondering where the espresso machine fits in, well if you’re really curious you can proceed to the end. Actually it was an interesting day, and it climaxed at the espresso machine. I wish I had taken a photo of this explosion. So we arrive at the mall, apparently it’s the largest mall in the USA, comprising 4 levels of shopping with an indoor amusement park in the center, complete with roller coaster, log rides, Ferris wheel, miniature golf and a snoopy store, not too mention the worlds largest lego shop. This lego shop has huge lego dinosaurs, droids etc, and the kids are free to play with buckets of lego on the tables provided. The most interesting was the Mindstorm lego which comes complete with software to program ones creation, sensors, motors etc. Back to our story, so we stop in at the first jeweler and ask for help, “Sorry, can’t help” is the reply, short and blunt. “Do you perhaps know where I could find a place that could help me?”, “Nope” once again, short and blunt, so we leave, and two shops down from this “short” blunt man was a “watch world” (IMHO it’s pathetic that the shop two stores up is completely oblivious of this watch store. They can’t help, only the manager knows about these watches, and he’ll only be back in 2 hours, so we kill time and end up buying a pound of coffee (espresso grind, yes the one that ends up in the explosion). Why a pound, we don’t drink that much coffee, well, it was on special. Back to the watch, the manager was unfriendly and pathetic (no other word describes his attitude more aptly), he shows me how to sync the analog and digital times (after trying to explain my saga), so granted, he was somewhat useful, but I decided not to let him fix the switching off problem (after half an hour of waiting and pathetic excuses on his part). So we had lunch at Planet Hollywood (it was OK, Naomi didn’t like the Chinese stir fry at all, but my turkey sandwich was nice. Then we popped in at a few more shops (ok, so I was dragged), then we headed back off to Roseville.
Enjoying the lovely weather and sunroof we miss the turnoff from the 494 to the 35E, so we’re heading off to the next state, Wisconsin, about 10 miles before leaving the state of Minnesota we realize, perhaps we’re lost, we just crossed the Mississippi for the second time (and we’re not going in circles). Honestly I find it quite amazing that the Mississippi river extends this far into the US. So Naomi scrambles for the maps, and we’re running low on gas, and this baby is really heavy. I think we get 340 miles on a tank and then it’s completely empty, so we have an emergency situation. We briefly attempt some “shortcuts” which turned out to be scenic routes on the way to nowhere. We then decide to backtrack and back on the 494 we head off to Roseville (once again) to find a substitute for a bedside table (this mission was futile). Our bed is really high, and to find a bedside table that would work is quite a challenge. It’s getting dark, the sunroof is closed (this means that it’s getting cool too), we head off home.
Here it comes, the explosion of the espresso machine. It’s now around 7PM, we’re bushed and are keen to try this new coffee (which they claim to be the best French Vanilla you’ll ever taste), so I switch on the machine, did I mention that this was really fresh coffee, moist and would go down very well as a late. I foam the milk, do the first coffee for Naomi, and I notice that the coffee is battling somewhat to come out, so it takes a short while longer, but I get a cup of espresso and present this to my lovely wife. They were right, it’s really the best French Vanilla, now my turn. I learn from mistakes (or so I like to think), so load the coffee into the filter, it’s a little to much, but I stamp it down anyway, no I know the pressure was too high before, and I know I added a little too much coffee grind. I have two options I can either (a) scrape some of the coffee off, or (b) just not tighten the filter as much, (b) seems much easier, so I tighten the filter on (just slightly), and place the beautiful clear glass cup under the filter, and flick the switch, really eager to have this late. It’s coming our very slowly, something is wrong, I’d better switch it off, BOOM, wife is running to see if I’m alive, and I’m flabbergasted, I’m not even sure what happened, can an espresso machine explode, I’m sure you can picture what the kitchen looks like, glass, water, coffee grind everywhere and I mean everywhere, I’m alive and only have one little drop of coffee on my shirt (I thank God that I wasn’t injured). Some coffee and glass reached the carpet in the living room, so now the 45 minute clean up operation commences. It took me as long to figure out what actually happened. My conclusion (after reading the manual). Ensure that the filter is tightened to the lock position (that’s the first problem). Don’t stamp the coffee down too much (the second problem). I stick to tea for a few days, till I scrape up the courage to attempt this endeavor once more. I would really love to have provided some pictures, next time (not that I’ll be blowing up the espresso machine again).