Web Trackers

Don'tcha just luv 'em? How else could you find out that someone in Bucharest, Romania, was looking at your blog at 3 in the morning? It's the sort of information you can't live without.

I love finding out how people arrived at my blog. Mostly it's from a comment that I made on someone else's blog, sometimes it's via my Coriandr shop, and quite often it's through some random Googling. Some people search for really weird things. Especially to do with pickles and weasels. Here are some of my favourites:

1. Valentine Warner's pickled peaches

2. Weasel cufflinks

3. Slut Rossendale (this one is slightly worrying)

4. Pickled weasels and where to buy them (this is also worrying, but in an 'awww' way)

5.Weasel sewing pattern

6. Goblin craft

Looking at my stats, it seems most googlers land on me via looking for stuff about Valentine Warner. So, just to try and increase my traffic a bit, repeat after me: Valentine Warner is a stud muffin, Valentine Warner is a stud muffin, Valentine Warner is a stud muffin, Valentine Warner is a stud muffin, Valentine Warner is a stud muffin...

P.s. If you have no idea what a web tracker is, take a look at statcounter, which is the one I use.

Mmmmm, Valentine....

I have a huge crush on Valentine Warner. I love his passion for food, his eccentric hair, and that funny grin he does where he shows his gums a bit.

So I am v v excited about his new tv series of What To Eat Now which is on Monday nights on BBC Two. And I may just have to purchase his new book, rather than wait for my library to get it, just because his first book was so good and full of pictures of Valentine that I can drool over fantastic recipes.

And I have his Peach Melba tart in my fridge. Well, actually, a small slice of it is in my tummy, but I'm trying to be restrained so there's some left for mr pickledweasel when he gets home tonight. Plus it's 500 calories per serving. In my Valentine Warner fantasy he would cook me amazing food and then we'd make passionate love on the kitchen table, but I think in reality all that would happen is that I'd get really really fat from all the puddings he'd cook, and have to do the washing up all the time.