It's not that I'm ignoring you. It's just that I feel...adrift, lately. Is it the change of season? Perhaps. Or maybe it's a universal shift, the size of which is so large it only affects me in subtle and confusing ways.
Whatever it is, I am quite sure that my funk has something to do with the recent death of Gourmet magazine.
I'm sorry if this is dramatic, but there was a small pain in my soul when I learned a few days ago that one of my most beloved food publications had succumbed to this wretched economy. Gourmet! It was classy, beautiful, and delicious.
The blogosphere is currently dominated by posts like this, I know, but I am not ashamed to contribute--even if I'm a little late. My mother read Gourmet to me at night when I was a child, so for me it's right up there with Where the Wild Things Are and Madeline. It was my gustatory Goodnight Moon.