Your sleek black coffee machine is trying to kill you (and other morning betrayals)

How our beloved espresso rituals became poison and what you can do about it; because coffee shouldn’t come with a side of cancer.

Until this week, the highlight of my mornings involved three things, beans, buttons and bliss. Every day began with the sacred ritual of grinding my freshly roasted single-origin beans, adjusting the espresso machine with the precision of a neurosurgeon and pulling a shot so smooth it could negotiate Middle East peace talks. It was a moment of calm. A c…