That's it. You get to be 68 and they close the doors, shut you down, turn off the ovens? Apparently, as that's what Conde Nasty did to Gourmet magazine.  Oh dear.  What's Ruth Reichl going to do now?

I didn't read Gourmet, or Bon Appetit, or Making Do with Scraps, or any of the other foodie publications. I get Food and WIne, but that seems to be something I get suckered into because of my American Express card, not seeming to be able to remember, at any given time, that I don't want to be receiving it. So I have a collection of dust covered, hard copies, from the last millennium languishing in my kitchen.

I do like to cook. I think I like to cook. I cook in fits and starts. Mostly I order in.

But when I do cook, I apparently, like others if the reason for Gourmet's demise is justified, get my recipes from the web. Or clog up my bookmark bar with recipes from the web. Or, have a folder of yellowed, oily, slightly ripped, dog eared recipes that I dutifully rip from the Times every Wednesday, never to be seen again.

Along with the mystery wrapped leftovers that live in my freezer.

To both, I bid, farewell.