My Tassimo machine was one of those gifts that I didn’t even realise I wanted until I got it, but now, I don’t think I could live without it. Husband bought it for me for Christmas 2008, and he was nervous about his choice – being a thoroughly enlightened chap, he was worried that buying a kitchen gadget made him seem like a chauvinist, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. That machine has given me more hours of pleasure than any other. I love the fact that all I need to do it stick a cup on the front, pop in a pod and press a button, and I have coffee-shop quality drinks for a fraction of the price.
The whole family benefits now too, we often treat Sausage to some of the delicious brands of hot chocolate that Tassimo have to offer and Husband will occasionally indulge in a decaf from time to time – I don’t mind sharing my machine though! I’ve had to revive her a few times – last year, she decided to refuse to squirt the full amount of hot water out that was needed to make a drink, but after removing a few parts, cleaning them and putting her back together again, she works like new. I’ve had her for 5 years now and I’m hoping we’ll get to celebrate many more Christmases together yet.
So enamoured am I with my Tassimo machine that whilst thinking about writing this post poetry spewed forth from my fingers and heart, and I thought I’d share my poetic musings with you:
An Ode to My Tassimo
Oh Tassimo machine,
You’re always there for me
When I’m in desperate need
Or just plain greed,
Be it coffee, hot chocolate or tea.
You sit there on my counter
Looking shiny and eager and ready
At the flick of a switch
You become my bitch
Flowing forth your hotness, so steady.
I’ve been neglecting you recently,
Pregnancy and caffeine don’t mix
But as soon as I pop
I’ll be revving you up
Asking you to perform your hot, sweet tricks.
Tassimo, don’t ever leave me,
I’ll clean you more often, I swear.
Keep making your coffee,
So gorgeous and frothy
Together, we’re an unstoppable pair.