As much as I hate to admit it, I—like countless others of my kind—spend more time scrolling the socials than I care to say out loud. But I’m admitting it here today. The time spent scrolling is considerable. It’s not an addiction (and I know some self-anointed social media experts will roll their eyes at that), but I can say it honestly: absolutely not an addiction. 

A slight obsession at best.

Today, while scrolling, I noticed something about my viewing preferences. I tend to watch more food content than ever before—though my own social media presence doesn’t reflect that at all.

I’m a foodie. I have to admit it. Hell, I once wore the moniker “Mr. Hungry” and used to post photos of my food creations with little captions. I have no recollection of when that stopped or where it went—only that somewhere along the way, it quietly vanished.

What hasn’t vanished is the pull. I’m drawn to food content—especially Mexican food. Particularly beef. Especially salsas. And yes, like most everyone else, I indulge in the memes, the face-plants, the spectacular fails. That part is universal.

But the food stands apart.

This feels less like a change in taste and more like a quiet return. Food content—especially Mexican food, beef, salsas—hits a few deep notes at once: memory, craft, patience, culture. Hands doing something real. It’s not the algorithm shouting at me; it’s me noticing myself noticing.

That realization caught me off guard. With it came a wave of nostalgia. Food played a huge role in my upbringing. In my family, food was always part of the picture—and with food came storytelling. Recipes were never just instructions; they were histories. Meals were gatherings, lessons, punchlines, and memories served on the same plate.

Mexican food content, in particular, is storytelling. It’s process-heavy. Hands. Time. Heat. Sound. It’s close to how I write—sensory, unhurried, rooted.

So where did “Mr. Hungry” go? Probably nowhere dramatic. He just stopped needing an audience. Or maybe he’s waiting for a different format—less posed plate, more this smells like home.

At this point, my social media algorithm knows more about my taste in beef and salsa than most people do. I’m not sure what that says about me—but I’m sure it’s accurate.

And even if I never post a single taco again, the fact that I’m drawn to food says something solid: I’m still oriented toward comfort, craft, humor, and flavor—both literal and metaphorical.

So no, it’s not an addiction. Just a man, a phone, and an alarming number of videos about salsa.

Anyway—if you need me, I’ll be scrolling.

For research.

And recipes.

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