Growing up, I watched her cook in small, makeshift kitchens — sometimes under a canopy, sometimes from the back of a shop. Her food was legendary. People lined up. The taste? Unmatched.
But behind the aroma was a daily struggle:
No stable ingredients.
No way to reach customers consistently.
No structure. No scale. No safety net.
She gave her all to feed a community — and came home with almost nothing.
Her story was never about effort. It was about infrastructure — or the lack of it.
And that story isn’t hers alone. It belongs to millions — from street food vendors to growing food businesses and ambitious restaurant entrepreneurs. They all share the same challenge: brilliant meals, broken systems.
That’s the real hunger. And that’s why I built Tendr.