The day AliExpress tried to poison me

I hate plastic. I mean it.

There is something intrinsically slimy about how plastic interacts with heat. That’s why, when I decided to tidy up my kitchen, I spent hours scrolling through my phone looking for steel. I wanted sturdiness, that sense of cold cleanliness that only metal can provide.

In the end, I found them. On AliExpress. The pictures were magnificent: shiny stainless steel containers, perfect, almost heroic under the lights of the Chinese studio. I clicked "buy" with the satisfaction of someone who has just made the deal of the century.

When the package arrived a week later, the bag was so light that I thought it was a joke. "They must have forgotten the pieces," I said to myself. But no. They were all there. It was just that they were tiny. A 1:10 ratio compared to my mental image. They looked like toys for a dollhouse, but in steel.

I started laughing alone in the kitchen. But since I’m a practical man, I decided to put them to the test. I took one and popped it into the air fryer. It barely fit an egg, but I wanted to see if that metal was worth my money.

The result was delicious. An egg cooked to perfection. As I ate it, I thought about how clever I was for not buying plastic.

Then, it was time to wash.

Under the hot tap water, I noticed a transparent flap lifting from the bottom. An ultra-thin, almost invisible film that had not come off with the first wash nor with the friction of the sponge. It was a protective plastic film, stuck on with superhuman strength.

At that moment, I realized: the heat from the fryer had partially melted it. I had eaten a good part of it along with my "healthy" egg. I was poisoning myself with the plastic I despised so much, all for an excess of trust in a product that promised a lot and cost nothing.

Why am I telling you this?

Because in Lugano, I see wonderful houses treated with the same logic as AliExpress. Agencies arrive with colorful bottles filled with aggressive chemicals and synthetic fragrances that "look" clean. They cover the smell of everyday life with a scented poison that sticks to your lungs just like that film stuck to my stomach.

Cleaning is not about making a surface shine for five minutes. It’s knowing what you are leaving behind when you close the door.

I do not use chemical shortcuts. I do not bring "AliExpress" into your home. I choose health, real health, the kind that doesn’t smell like fake pine.

I return and refine. Period.