My name is James.
I'm a photographer and writer with a love for food, and flannel.
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Warning: if this post feels a bit disjointed, it’s because I started writing it almost a month ago. The leftovers are long gone, but the thoughts, and the sense of comfort, remain. — I’ve often joked that I’m going to write a book titled How to Burn Out by 30. I have at least three chapters [...]
This early summer is messing with the berries. I mean, we were picking mulberries in mid-June last year; this year, we’re we’re almost a month ahead of schedule. Guess that means it’s time for a little urban foraging. Picture this: it’s 8:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning. A dark SUV rolls quietly down a city street. [...]
Last Thursday I get a message from my favorite coffee roaster: “Yo dude…smoked cabeza at keiths box car, this sat 8pm.” Hmm, I’m apprehensive. A whole cow’s head? But I trust Leo; he’s an adventurous foodie with an incredible ability to pick apart intricate flavors. And I get excited about anything that comes off of Keith’s smoker. [...]
It’s Monday, and I’m out of words. Just…appreciative. And excited to see all of the valley’s roadside stands open for business.
