Laziness is akin to godliness. I know this for a fact because, every morning, my kitchen hosts a dishevelled re-enactment of Michelangelo’s famed fresco, the Creazione di Adamo (Creation of Adam). An outstretched arm extends a single finger, and lo – a bean-to-cup machine stirs, a grinder whirs, the smell of freshly ground coffee wafts, coffee drips and milk froths. Hopefully, my cup does not runneth over, for all the big mugs are in the dishwasher.
At its simplest, this is the appeal of a fully automatic bean-to-cup coffee machine. Turn it on, place a cup on the drip tray and lazily prod a button. The machine then freshly grinds the beans, brews the coffee and – if it has an automatic milk frother – optionally adds a layer of hot frothy milk to your beverage. Your role in the process is simple: decide whether you want an espresso, lungo, americano, cappuccino, macchiato, latte or cortado. Decisions, decisions.
