Mainstream nutrition apps either could not find the food I grew up on, or flagged it as bad against a Eurocentric baseline. Log jollof, egusi or pounded yam and you got nothing, or a scolding. Inspora said the opposite: your grandmother's cooking is legible, respected, and trackable without shame.
It shipped as an iOS app through TestFlight, a progressive web app, and an Android package, on a hand-curated corpus of 993 dishes and 1,348 ingredients spanning African, Caribbean, Latin American, South Asian and East and Southeast Asian kitchens, plus a general tier so nobody had to leave the app to log a sandwich.
The through-line was honesty. Every number could be traced to a source or was labelled as an estimate. Nothing was invented to fill a gap, and the pattern engine refused to speak until it had enough evidence to be right.