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Common Latte Art Mistakes and How to Fix Them

My early latte art looked less like a leaf and more like a coffee stain someone tried to apologize for. […]

The morning I stopped shuffling half-asleep to three different cupboards to find my coffee gear, everything changed. I gathered it

I once opened a bag of beans I had proudly saved for a special morning, only to find the coffee

For years I assumed my drip machine was just a lesser way to make coffee, the appliance you tolerate rather

I used to think a flat white was some mysterious cafe secret, until a barista in Portland told me it

The first time I tried to pour a heart with almond milk, the foam collapsed into a sad beige puddle

When I bought my first real coffee grinder, I stood in the store holding a $30 hand grinder in one

The first specialty coffee bag I ever bought sat in my cart for ten minutes while I squinted at words

For years my home coffee tasted like a weak, watery echo of what I ordered at cafes, and I blamed

The first time I made dalgona coffee, I stood in my Portland kitchen whisking a little bowl of instant coffee