A little smart-tech assistance can turn even the most gaffe-prone home cook into the host with the most, as Alexi Duggins finds out There’s a state I get into about an hour before guests arrive. I sweat, I swear and I chop food like I hate my own fingers. Sprinting becomes my preferred method of navigating my flat. I shout – a lot – at inanimate objects like full vacuum bags, blunt kitchen knives and spiteful canapes that have deliberately overcooked themselves. Frankly, I need help. I’d love to tell you that this is an important realisation that I’ve come to via enlightened self-awareness, but it really became obvious when a mid-stairs attempt to vault the vacuum left me on crutches.
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