I love me an espresso. There’s something about that petite little cup and rich aroma that makes me feel oh so fancy. I can imagine myself sitting in a Parisian cafe, wearing the latest fashion, and sipping on a freshly brewed espresso. Damn…my alter ego is chic. But here’s the incredibly sad and embarrassing truth. I can’t brew espresso to save my life. The grinds, the filter, that cup, the machine, it’s all so overwhelming.