Any regular reader of Cute Overload (And yes, I’ll admit it, I’m one of them. I mean, how’s a girl supposed to get through a day without the occassional Corgi-in-a-swing?) knows that the most delightful part of any animal is its nose, and that chickens are awesome. And so, without further ado, I present you with the noses and beaks (and some sheep in spandex, because, I mean, how could you not take a picture of sheep in spandex?) of the Columbia County Fair.
The Granny Cart kitchen has been quiet, posting has been light, but that doesn’t mean people have stopped dropping by.
Oh no. the human is a curious animal.
For a while I was confused why my favorite tomato bisque recipe was getting so much traffic, then I realized it’s because the recipe name includes the year it was created, 1907, and people are searching for what people ate 100 years ago. I think that’s cool.
Slightly less predictable was the rapid up-tick in people searching for pickled egg recipes just before Thanksgiving. I mean… To whom doesn’t a vinegary, purple egg simply scream harvest festival?
And how do I know all this? Because the good people at WordPress, the platform upon which the Granny Cart floats blissfully through the universe of the internets, are kind enough to allow us users to see the phrases; often funny, sometimes scary, but always interesting, that drive people to our blogs.
There are lots of queries about farro, couscous and pickles, a few about boar roasts, many about poultry, and a goodly number looking for cheesemaking hints. There’s the accent crew too, looking for recipes for Spätzle, Čevapčići and Coq a la Bière. But the grand majority of the inquisitive folk that end up on the Granny Cart probably don’t want to be here.
I hope the person that was looking for Vermont “Olive Oil” finally found what he was after, because the information was certainly not contained on this here Website.
To the gentleman who put curry on his curry, while I agree that the situation might in fact be a pressing one, I really don’t feel that it’s that big of a predicament. In fact, I bet it was quite tasty in the end!
I hope the person that wanted a “recipe containing macaroni and cheese” found one. (If not there’s one right here if you’re still looking, and it’s called Mac & Cheese).
Finally, I will end my commentary on the state of search queries in the same way as always by appealing to the people searching for “tiny bunnies that don’t grow.” Have you found them? Do they really exist? Please, if you’ve managed to find the world’s most perfect pet, contact me. I’ll be waiting.
The Cute
cats that look like gernot (Kind of makes you wonder who Gernot is, doesn’t it?)
give a pig a pickle (That’s gotta be pretty amusing)
how to get a live chicken in a bottle (I bet it’s nowhere near as easy as getting a ship in a bottle)
Cauliflower poodles (Ah yes, behold, there on the horizon, the noble, cruciferous hound)
cute hard boiled eggs (I think these would make this person very, very happy)
The Curious
sunshine scientific names (I’ve never wondered about sunshine before… But if clouds have names… And precipitation has names…)
onion and cheese mexican joke (So a queso and a cebolla walk into a cantina…)
everything is pickled people are pickles (Sounds like the start of someone’s manifesto, if you ask me. That reminds me, I’ve been meaning to write one of those…)
will God allow me to eat shrimp (Oh dear. I think there’s only one person that can really help you make that call, and it’s not me)
rabbits eat pickles? (If pigs can…)
The Creepy
what to do with wife that doesn’t make dinner (Might I suggest a two prong approach: 1. Become friendly with a restaurant that will deliver and 2. Learn how to cook for yourself, perhaps?)
Round-the-World Cookbook cannibal recipe (I’m sure this exists, and yet…)
I’ll give you my antidote To the venom, (But…?)
june cleaver tablescape (I think tablescapes were a little before the Beaver’s time, and yet simply imagining this sends shivers down my spine)
delete granny’s pet,now! (Oh dear, must have been old Gernot again)
And finally, I would like to leave you with one of the truer statements I’ve ever encountered.
small is beautiful but not for cheese
Sir, you, me and Isaac must be seperated at birth. You are welcome here anytime. Please, take a seat, make yourself comfortable, oh, and don’t forget the cheese!
Have a happy weekend everyone!
A Chicken In Every Granny Cart 
People Are Clucking About