Foamy latte and massive fire

Just as I got very talented foaming the milk in the espresso machine, I moved. Here they have another piece of appliance and I’m not sure if it’s cause of the pond dividing our continents, the language barrier or something else completely outrageous, but the milk doesn’t get top-notch here. I use all my skills; bending the cup, shifting angle, delivering a very strong effort indeed – I assure you. But it just makes weird sounds and kinda heats up and fizz the milk a bit. It annoys me. Anyways, soon beer. I’m about to celebrate Valborgsmässoafton, as we call it in Sweden. Tried explaining it to some at work, but think I lost them somewhere in between huge fire, really wasted and telling May-lies.