Maybe I can open the first book I feel with cold fingers in a mind that has, frankly, way too many books in it (I'll try not to grab one of the self deprecating ones.)
I can start with an autobiographical one.
Hi.
My name is James, and I'm a self proclaimed loser here in southern Texas region. Someone's roots can be important for a myriad of reasons, but I like to consider this one as the main contributor to an amazing privilege I've been given, and that's being allowed to exist somewhere where so many cultures melt and meld into a hotpot of something truly wonderful.
My love for the culinary was carefully nourished by exposure to the restaurants and people who built them up with the meals they brought with them. But to dial it even further back in time, I can pinpoint a time where a more younger version of me simply learned to cook just to make my mom proud of me.
Food and the culinary scene around me aside, growing up in this place with so little to do for a low income family (and now, an even less income man.) means I spent so much of my time with exploration in my own skills, niches, and hyperfixations that I developed a bit of a slightly-above mediocre skill set in Art and Music. You'll find me post a bit on that here and there, as well as perhaps my meals and places I explore and eat at. Maybe even see some doodles I'm working on, who knows?
But one thing is certain.
I am a self proclaimed loser, a melancholic writer, a mediocre artist, and a man that loves food in so many ways. I cannot promise you anything you find on here from me will be interesting or noteworthy, as I'm simply neither of those things.
But I can promise you that what I write and post is with you in mind, and for what ever that may be worth, may it at least be enough to know that I brought you some entertainment, or a place to get your mind off what's happening in life as you check in on this loser.