As much as I like the painted ceramic look, I knew I needed a better replacement. Something that could handle the rigors of daily use, by me, and my always-in-a-hurry dish washing skill set.
In some moment of reflection I recalled a hardy campsite technology that allowed me to enjoy both wine, water, and, ahem, coffee for several years of camping: enameled-ware. This is the stuff of roustabouts and cowboys, and Boy Scouts probably. Sturdy. And un-breakable. Certainly the enamel can be chipped, but that will just add to the character of the demitasse moment.
I found a pair of little espresso size cups. They are fantastic. I love them. I want to dig around the garage and find my old coffee mug size one, if it hasn't been lost or abandoned years ago. I think these cups are, simply, the perfect espresso cup. You can check them out at Amazon here.
New friend and old friend
The business entering the cup
Ah, mornings with a Saeco