It was mums birthday recently. In lieu of buying her another present that may or may not serve soley as a dust collector we collaberated and bought her a giftbox of coffees
Let me back up a second.
About six months ago mum bought herself a posh coffee maker one of the type with pods of coffee that you insert one end and in an ideal world a barrista style coffee comes out the other end fresh and foamy enough to make a Starbucks employee weep gomme tears. The idea was to make having a decent cup of coffee as easy as inserting a 'pod' and pressing a button.
It was not the coffee pod brand that I would have suggested had I been consulted. Let me put it this way, George Clooney would have been dissapointed with her choice but probably would have mentioned it in the suavest way possible.
However when the machine is activated what actually happens is it creates a noise like reality being torn asunder and spews forth a thick treacly liquid like the caffeine rich blood of the devil. Mum had persisted with the device rendering it suitable for consumption by humans via homeopathic principles but I was rapidly getting tired of warm beverages with the memory of coffee.
To this end we bought a sample of EVERY single type of 'pod' this machine could accomodate with the hope that one would provide a coffee that was neither too strong or too weak and just like goldilocks we could settle in with a decent beverage.
Mum was stoked to say the least and bustled to the kitchen to try it out. I headed in five minutes later to find her huddled over a retort flask applying the same logic to this pod as to her super strength ones.
It was then I realised that it wasn't about having the best coffee possible, it was about having agency in the coffee making process. Pressing a button lacks the human input of coffee creation and the pursuit of the perfect cup of coffee is about the journey not the end result. Although I have had a lot of caffine today so I could be talking gibberish. ...
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