When’s the last time you were humbled — humiliated — in a way that could only be blamed on, well, you?

On Friday, I seemed to have lost whatever foam-flinging talents I’d acquired in the days past. Turning to my employee Sara, who’s actually making decent latte art on a daily basis, I asked if she could see any obvious flaws. Was I angling the cup wrong? Was my wrist action off?

No, she said. But your foam really sucks.

About that time, we got busy; once the busy-ness was over, I had to get my kids and speed off to the grandparents’. So Friday was humiliating, Saturday wasn’t a day at all (not for the latte blog purposes, anyway), and today… well, let’s just say my attempts to get the milk right were frustrating, to say the least.

Honestly, I don’t have any words to describe it. Humiliation, that’s really it. But I’m holding myself accountable to keep this going, and to expose my frailness within the walls of this blog. So here are the obligatory “best takes” from the past few days.

Small. Puny. Pathetic.

This one has some form, but no foam. No white microfoam, anyway.

The only one from today, this proves it CAN be done. The foam on this one is just right, it just didn’t go where I wanted it to… not outward enough, I guess. I’d happily serve this to a customer, if only I could do it consistently. But “consistent” isn’t in my vocabulary just yet.

Tags: latte art, rosetta

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