I don’t know what it is about the day of a dinner party, but it’s like there’s some sort of time warp where hours just get sucked away from you. You’re happily cooking away, thinking you’ve got hours left—when you glance at the clock and realize, “Oh bleep, my friends are going to be here in 20 minutes and I still need to pick out a cute outfit, I haven’t set the table, the kitchen looks like a war zone, and the wine’s not out!”

So, I’ve learned the secret is to…

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