Coffee, Tea, or Nespresso

Last year for my birthday Ted gave me a refrigerator.  I was not thrilled.  In fact, I think I may have made it clear to him, and everyone I know now or will ever know in the future, that I was not thrilled.  Maybe the refrigerator harkened back to the time my father gave my mother garbage cans for their anniversary.  I don't know.  But I do know that my mother wasn't thrilled and neither was I.

So when I mentioned that I really wanted a Nespresso coffee maker for Hanukah/Christmas, Ted was understandably gun shy.  The last appliance gift was met with a cold stare and a dressing down in the blog, so I get why he was reluctant to dive in, despite what I might have said.

But necessity is the mother of invention, and dive he did.  Perhaps it was because he had no other ideas, or maybe he was willing to take a flyer on a minor appliance because it was well, not a refrigerator.

Ted is my hero and I love my Nespresso maker.  He bought me the Pixie with the separate frother and it has totally changed my approach to the afternoon pick-me-up cup of coffee.  Gone are the tacky to-go cups.  That on- the-run coffee has been replaced with a very civilized coffee with a little steamed milk, all in a real coffee cup.  It takes just seconds to make and I feel oh so continental.

Sometimes I even share my little coffee pods and make Ted a Nespresso on the weekend.  It's a win-win for everyone.

The only problem with all this is that now Ted is totally confused and my birthday is fast approaching.  Is it safe to buy an appliance?  Or would it be better to go in another direction?

I wish I knew.