Our espresso machine is like our first child. At first, its seemingly complicated features intimidated us. With time, it’s become a natural part of our everyday lives. Like our cohabitation, it’s still new.
Every morning, I pad downstairs and make my way across the cool wood floors and into the sun-filled living room, where our kitchen is also located. The espresso machine’s sleek, shiny presence with all of its knobs and buttons says: Instant gratification does not exist here.
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