Some bring booze or ice to a party, others bring a killer playlist. I bring a medieval-looking cheese cutter.Since I’m an ambivert and a self-proclaimed cheese lover, a grazing table is my safe space at a function. It’s where I seek refuge from overly chatty strangers and find solace in quietly nibbling on tangled ribbons of Prosciutto and hunks of sharp cheddar cheese (like a sneaky, famished mouse).That’s why when I have company over, I set up an oasis of plump Castelvetrano olives, slivers of crusty baguette, and oozing Camembert cheese for my fellow wallflowers. It’s a place to scavenge and refuel after exchanging far too many vapid pleasantries, a place to loiter when the social battery starts running on fumes.While a platter of stinky cheeses and cured meats has always been a party staple, the Boska Cheese Curler Amigo (a contraption that’s also sometimes referred to as a “girolle”) has reimagined my charcuterie haven. It produces paper-thin cheese rosettes with the twist of a handle, and it provides boundless entertainment for my inquisitive guests.