The bread-maker is a horrible contraption. It cost noticeable money (though I bought basic). It uses an environmentally-unfriendly quantity of raw materials for what it does. It takes up too much of the worktop. It makes an unpleasant noise. The process is actually slower than hand-making bread, with my recipes. I don’t like the shape of the loaf which comes out. And even if you use a good multi-seed flour, bread made with that easy yeast stuff just doesn’t smell right.
It isn’t that I am too lazy to knead and stir. Where the nasty bread-maker really wins is on the quantity of washing up it generates: one almost-clean tin, versus the sticky mixing bowl, jug, spoons, two greased tins, and flour-encrusted kitchen table required for hand-made loaves. And on a dark wet day when I got home two hours later than I expected, I am definitely too lazy to wash up.
As G. K. Chesterton would say: “What’s wrong with the world? I am.”