Hey, I’m Karim… and I used to be addicted to street food.
I’m not exaggerating. I lived on takeout. Whether it was late-night shawarma, falafel from the corner stand, or greasy noodles in a plastic container — if it didn’t come wrapped, boxed, or bagged, I probably didn’t eat it.
Cooking at home always felt like this huge mountain to climb. I’d come back from work, tired and hungry, and the last thing I wanted to do was chop onions or clean pans. So I told myself the same thing over and over: “I’ll cook tomorrow.”
Tomorrow usually ended up being another delivery.
I didn’t grow up learning how to cook. My mom made great food, but I never really paid attention. By the time I started living on my own, food just became about speed and convenience. Flavor was nice, sure — but ease always won.
Then one day, I was wandering through this huge market downtown. One of those chaotic, loud places where you go in looking for socks and somehow end up buying mangoes and a phone charger. I wasn’t planning to buy anything serious… but then I saw this little black machine on a table. It was an air fryer.
To be honest, I had no idea how it really worked. I’d heard about it on social media — mostly people showing off “healthy fries” or grilled chicken with zero oil. I was skeptical. But something about that moment — maybe the smell of fried food still stuck to my jacket, or the feeling of being tired of always feeling tired — made me stop. I asked the guy a few questions, handed him the money, and took it home.
That night, I made fries. Frozen ones. I threw them in with no oil, pressed a couple buttons, and 15 minutes later… I had crunchy, golden fries. And here’s the wild part: I made them myself.
I know that sounds silly. But in that moment, something clicked. For the first time, cooking didn’t feel like a chore. I didn’t burn anything. I didn’t have to clean ten things. It was simple. And it was good.
From that day on, the air fryer kind of became my sidekick. I started experimenting — street food-style wings, crispy cauliflower, even reheated leftovers that actually tasted better. I wasn’t aiming to be healthy or fancy. I just wanted food that felt real, homemade, and satisfying… without the usual headache.
That’s how this site started. I’m not a professional chef. I’m just a guy who was tired of greasy paper bags and overpriced meals that left me feeling heavy. Now I share my little experiments, the things I mess up, the hacks that actually work, and the moments that remind me that food at home can be comforting and quick.
If you’re someone who feels too busy, too tired, or too unskilled to cook — I get it. I’ve been there. But trust me, if I can change my routine with a tiny air fryer and a few basic ingredients… maybe you can too.
Welcome to my not-so-perfect kitchen.