The first time I roasted peppers in my air fryer, I didn’t expect much. Three peppers sat on the counter—one red, one yellow, one soft at the edges. I tossed them in, set the timer,

I first tasted shishamo in a small Japanese diner. The plate held tiny golden fish, crisp on the outside, soft inside, with roe that popped like sea pearls. That bite stayed in my mind for

It was a quiet Saturday morning. Coffee in one hand, I opened the freezer and saw a box of toaster strudel. The air fryer on my counter caught my eye. I wanted to know how

The kitchen felt calm that morning. Light streamed in, coffee brewed, and bread toasted. Then came the air fryer’s sharp beep, breaking the peace like a firecracker in a quiet park. It startled me and

I still remember getting my first air fryer. It was one of the best air fryers under $50, yet it felt like a luxury. Along with it came a bright silicone liner. It promised quick

I still remember the day I unboxed my Gourmia air fryer. It looked sharp, felt sturdy, and promised crisp food with little oil. I tossed in some frozen fries and set the temperature to 400.

I still remember the first time I used my Nuwave air frye. The fries were golden, crispy, and oil-free. But by day three, I smelled something strange. Smoke came out, and the taste felt off.

I bought my first air fryer thinking it was a smart choice. But each time I cooked, I noticed a strange smell. It came from the basket—plastic and heat mixed together. That’s when I started

The first time I used a cheap air fryer, the smell was awful. A mix of plastic and burnt food filled the kitchen. My kids noticed right away. That’s when I knew I needed something