According to a blog article in the New York Times written in 2009, “Getting started is easy, since all it takes to maintain a blog is a little time and inspiration. So why do blogs have a higher failure rate than restaurants?”
Fast forward to 2018 and small business trends say 95% of blogs are abandoned; that is certainly more than shopping carts I see littered around Tucson.
Circle of Food blog has been around for a long time, more than a dozen years and it’s well indexed in cyberspace. It started with three partners (who only knew each other via online) and we made a little bit of money and then the partnership dwindled to solo me, Karyn Zoldan. For the past few months I’ve lost my appetite for blogging about food.
So, with that in mind, this is my last Circle of Food blog post. I asked some foodie friends what would be their last supper if they weren’t hooked up to machines and tubes and had their wits about them. Here’s what they said:
Edie Jarolim, author, blogger
I have thought about this quite a bit over the years, and even did a story on this topic for Tucson Monthly magazine long ago, though in that case I turned it into a progressive dinner at various restaurants around town. And, in a different, more realistic take on the topic, I sometimes judge restaurant meals by the criterion: If someone were to shoot me in the parking lot, would I die happy?
Oh, you didn’t want morbid?
My fantasy last meal menu changes, but if I were to choose today, I’d like a slice of white cheese pizza – I love the one with fennel sausage and pepper at Reilly’s – and a rare burger with bleu cheese and avocado; I’d have that with an IPA or three. I’d follow that with a dessert platter that included bread pudding soaked in rum, pecan pie, and carrot cake with cream cheese icing, with a side of fresh whipped cream that I could put on the bread pudding and pecan pie and the accompanying Irish coffee (full caf, since I don’t have to worry about staying awake). Some cognac might be nice too. Company? Nah. I want to be able to eat as much as I want in any manner I want. I’ll get sloshed and talk with my friends another time. Eating a last meal requires concentration.
Rita Connelly, author, blogger:
My last meal would be a cheese pizza, New York style, the best most expensive Italian red wine available and warm peach cobbler or bread pudding. My family would be there-even Pete the dog.
Jodi Goalstone, copywriter:
I want to be seated behind home plate at Yankee Stadium eating nachos and cheering with my immediate family and closest friends—especially those who love baseball as I do.
I’d like to be near the ocean when it’s foggy with a heavy marine layer and a nip in the air eating a loaf of Barrio Bread slathered with real Irish butter and really good, expensive room-temperature cheese while sipping Veuve Clicquot champagne in between tastes of Salt & Straw ice cream …a buffet of forbidden foods for this just-say-no-to-statins woman.