This question has probably been asked countless times before so excuse my lateness to the party and those seeking evidence that I am not one of the worlds great noticers need look no further than my query.
All that aside, it does appear that many of the food blogging alumni whom must take credit for piquing my interest in the craft, back in 1996, have all but fallen off the perch or in the very least post about as frequently as Scott Morrison gives us arrival updates or Tony Abbott praises our ABC.
Many of these bloggers had been blogging for quite a few years already and through their observations, writing, wit and taste for the iconoclast, I, like many others sought their alternative views on what had become a fairly stifled and beige reportage of current food trends, reviews and profiles.
This is not to say I don’t admire much from the scribing of printed food-journalists but an emerging edgy counterpoint to balance their sanctioned and paid for opinions, bought a fresh dynamism to the genre and we’re all better for it too imo.
Before the food bloggers splintered into factions, fizzled, became a Catherine Wheel caricature of themselves or lap-dogs for PR there were a disparate group of people I identified with who bought an interesting perspective to this emerging oeuvre.
I suppose for me its parabola arrived at the first ever food bloggers conference, EAT DRINK BLOG event held in
Melbourne in 2010.
It was here I got to meet people from my own tribe, people with whom I shared a common thread. They were a disparate mob and because of this I suspect collectively they shone a lot of light into a dark space very quickly. This kind of energy is not without consequence and sadly I think it could never be sustained long-term with the intensity required and so, we are now here.
I must also mention that in 1996, there was a lone but prolific Tasmanian food blogger, The Hobart Restaurant Bitch, who’s pithy and at times snarky style I enjoyed and who inspired another Tasmanian, Helen Ellis, to start her own blog, Rita’s Bite, which still continues albeit infrequently, to date the HRB site hasn’t been updated since 2011.
I won’t name everyone at the conference for fear of missing somebody out, you know who you are, galvanised by a last hoorah in that tiny Sth Melbourne bar when nothing else was open.
After this, we all went our separate ways, some stopped blogging altogether, others still limp along and yet some continue to thrive.
What passes for food blogging these days is a foreign to me as another language. In fact, I question whether I identify as a food blogger at all, certainly not by recent standards.
2010 was a time when the term didn’t sound quite so trite.
Initially, the conduit to interaction with peers was through blogs but the baton changed when Twitter arrived. Established bonds and friendships forged by blogging have morphed into twitter followers and succinct conversations. Whilst I have a love/hate relationship with Twitter (we were separated for a time) it has enabled me to stay connected. On the other side of the ledger though, I lament the passing of some really engaging articles penned by some sharp, observant and very witty people.
All things must come to an end I spose?