“I don’t need it” – I hear that most often. I don’t need it either. But it is fun. I’m talking about my Thermomix, source of joy – and shame. I initially hid the new Airfryer in front of my girlfriend C., the best cook I know, in the storage chamber (now she has one herself). With the TM7, which I have recently had, it doesn’t work, it is too big and too heavy. When C. enters my kitchen, it looks discreetly.
