The other side of Miss Silvia

A letter appeared in the Herald today replying to my article about the coffee machine. It’s good to know people are reading this stuff! It reads:

Silvia’s other side not so smooth, dark and spicy

Oh, John Sharpe! (”Silvia keeps me frothing”, October 12-13). How eloquently you describe the ”Silvia” in my marriage.

The love and attention my husband lavishes on her, the training he, too, undertook to allow Silvia’s qualities to shine through, and his desire to show her off to visitors. But she can sometimes play up and flex her ability to surprise and confuse. As in a lover’s tiff, she can on occasion hiss and spit in a wanton manner.

Penny Hammond Orange

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Cold steel and hot coffee

I wrote a story about my love for my Rancilio Silvia coffee machine and the Sydney Morning Herald has just published it on the Saturday edition opinion page.

The piece was inspired by all the advice on the internet on how to brew the perfect cup of coffee using this famous Italian machine.

You can see the original on the SMH site  – please comment on it there, they might want more stuff from me! However, for your reading pleasure I reproduce it here. By the way, I got it at a great price, you have to pay $699 for one now.

Coffee machine my one true love

John Sharpe
Published: October 12, 2013 – 3:00AM

My latest love is a beautiful Italian called Silvia. She’s a harsh dominatrix who demands strict obedience, but now I’ve learnt to submit to her whims, we make terrific coffee.

Rancilio Silvia (her full name) has a strong, shapely body of brushed stainless steel that hides a heart of pure brass – a boiler.

Here are some of her other fine points: commercial group head, ball-joint steam wand, firm rocker switches and an electromagnetic vibratory pump. Oooh! (OK, enough of the blatantly sexist metaphor).rancilio_silvia

My old coffee machine gave up the ghost, but it was never much good anyway. This time I determined to go for something better. I decided against a capsule machine – not bad coffee, but not the real deal.

I chose the Silvia after many hours of internet research. I found an online world full of coffee geeks who will argue over grind size, extraction temperature and how high to hold your elbow while tamping.

The verdict on Silvia was good – great coffee, but only when handled properly. I had graduated from a home barista course and was confident of my skills, so I took the plunge and found a place in Leichhardt selling them for a bargain $499.

The good news is I can now make coffee (espresso, cappuccino and latte) the equal of the best coffee shop barista. The bad news is it has taken some time, more money and lots of beans to get it right. The portafilter (the bit with the handle you put the coffee in) is the same as a commercial model’s. This means that to get a perfect brew, the grounds must be the right consistency, the dosage (the amount) accurate, and the tamping (pressing down the coffee in the portafilter) just right.

If the grind is too fine or the tamping too hard, the water won’t come through at all. If the grind is too coarse or the tamping too light, the water runs through too quickly and gives you weak coffee.

Silvia came with a plastic tamper, but I junked that and invested in a $75 stainless-steel one. (I was frugal – you can pay twice that for a good one.)

It’s vital to have freshly roasted beans and to grind them just before brewing. I had to invest in a new $200 Sunbeam grinder with magic bits called conical burrs. ”The conical burrs minimise heat transfer to the coffee due to their slow rotation. This maintains the quality of the coffee and ensures a consistent, even grind,” the advertising hype says.

The ideal extraction is a double shot (60 millilitres) taking 25 seconds. If you need help, there are 18,500 Youtube videos showing how to achieve perfection, but all in a slightly different way! (If you really have problems, you can invest in a refractometer starter kit [$599] which ”analyses a sample of your coffee and returns the percentage of total dissolved solids. When this result is entered into software, you can see exactly where your sample sits relative to the ideal extraction”.)

The Silvia has much more steam volume than my old machine and needs no special techniques to turn milk into silky microfoam latte. But you can’t brew and steam at the same time. If you brew first you have to throw a switch then wait a couple of minutes for the steam to get up to temperature. This is a problem only if you are producing lots of coffees.

As a Silvia owner, you can join online forums to discuss the finer points of bottomless portafilters, dwell time and puck saturation, or take sides in the debate about pre-infusion.

There are even Silvia tune-up parts. You can buy an add-on kit for a Proportional-Integral-Derivative mechanism to control boiler temperature, complete with digital readout ($125). You can change to a flat shower screen ($20), or add a pressure gauge ($60).

For me, there’s no need for extras. There’s still magic in our cyborgian symbiosis, so I’ll stick with the pure Silvia for now. But maybe I should think about roasting my own beans?

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Gravity – it’s worth the weight

We’ve just been to see the film Gravity in 3D. Ever since I was a lad and man first ventured into space, I wanted desperately to be an astronaut. Not any more!

GRAVITY

Watching poor Sandra Bullock being whirled around in her space suit with no way of steadying herself made me feel a bit nauseous. In orbit, it’s a long way up – and down. Maybe now I have to admit to myself that I’m just too old to be an astronaut. Sigh!

The film was terrific, very nailbiting stuff, with astonishing special effects. There are a few technical irregularities, but none that bothered me too much. And some of the spacemen like it:

Buzz Aldrin, the second man to walk on the moon, is mighty impressed with Gravity.

So, recommended, but not if you’re afraid of flying – or afraid of heights.

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Here comes summer!

The clocks have gone forward, it’s 30 degrees and sunny. We’ve finished the last of the porridge, so it’s officially summer in our house – yay! I washed Jan’s MX-5 yesterday and today we had a drive into town with the top down.

20131006-132519.jpgWe avoided the crowds heading for the harbour and the Navy’s 100-year celebration and went to Eveleigh Markets in Redfern, home of a lot of arty-crafty stalls selling lots of jewellery, various artworks, ceramics, glassware and all sorts of other tat.

I bought some free-trade organic coffee beans and Jan bought a vase. The markets are housed in the old railway workshops at Eveleigh and there are still some bits of engineering history there – such as the steam hammer behind me in  the pic.

I love driving Jan’s car with the top down. In the summer here, it’s best to have the airconditioner going at full blast to cool you down while the sun burns your top half!

 

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Rush, and a rush of memories

We’ve just been to see the film Rush, the story of the Formula One motor racing rivalry between drivers James Hunt and Niki Lauda. Loved the film, a great story handled well.

The story was special to me because I interviewed Lord Hesketh, the boss of Hunt’s racing team, after their win at Silverstone in 1974 (a non-championship race).Rushposter

I rocked up to the Hesketh country mansion at Easton Neston near Towcester on a  reporting assignment for the Chronicle and Echo newspaper. Hesketh was two years younger than me (I was 25), and was an infamous playboy. (I was a playboy with no fame of any kind).

He turned up at the door to take me to the stables to look at the race car, but wandering in the background was the comedian Willie Rushton, who was in his dressing gown, and James Hunt was possibly there as well. (My memory is  fuzzy about the details).

The young Lord drove me the short way to the stables in a luxurious motor home. There were dozens of empty champagne bottles rolling around the floor and on one wall hung a strange rubber mask and tube. “What’s the mask for?” I asked. He replied: “That’s oxygen – it’s terrific for the hangovers.”

I’ve always been a fan of motor racing and spent a fair bit of time watching the cars at Silverstone (near Northampton). I also drove around the track there a few times – once in my Cortina GT at a track day and a couple of times in a Formula Ford racing car as part of a track experience day. I won those track days (a big prize!) by posting the fastest laps on a big slot car circuit at the Racing Car Show in London.

Me in a Formula Ford at Silverstone (in 1969?)

Me in a Formula Ford at Silverstone (in 1969?)

Us lads couldn’t afford the Grand Prix race days, but we went along to the practice days at Silverstone. You could walk around the pits and get a close look at the cars and drivers. You could also get a good look at the drivers’ girlfriends, who were as spectacular as the cars. I’ll never forget Jochen Rindt’s girlfriend (wife) Nina in a skin-tight jumpsuit (probably) in 1969. This made a tremendous impression on my young (21) mind.

I’d met Hesketh before when I reported on his 21st birthday party. It was a memorable do, especially because a family friend turned up with a hot-air balloon and the Lord’s mum, Lady Hesketh, climbed into the basket and disappeared into the distance. She was an unmistakable figure because she’d lost an eye in a car crash and wore a black eye-patch in a splendidly piratical style.

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