A mandoline that won’t slice your hand open, a prawn peeler and a self-cleaning hob. Who could ask for more?
I was born in 1966, from which vantage point next year, 2016, was the unimaginable future. All I knew for certain was that life would be better half a century hence, more exciting and at the very least much more shiny. Back then I expect my hopes for the future involved hover cars, interplanetary travel and digital watches. And credit where it’s due: the digital watches were fantastic.
But I’m older now. Going abroad for my holidays once a year takes it out of me, before I even consider the hassle of interplanetary travel. And I don’t need a hover car. No, what I really want is a bit of help in the kitchen. Proper help of the sort we all had the right to expect would have arrived by now, but which hasn’t. I don’t want a machine to do the cooking for me. I like cooking. But there are a few gadgets which someone somewhere has forgotten to invent. Now it’s the future, it’s time someone dealt with this.
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