Moving On Up.
It’s time again to take a deep dive into our Google analytics to see which keyword searches landed visitors on the World Pie Domination blog site. As always, the results never fail to disappoint:
Jelly of the Month Club Gift Certificate: Look, we don’t even make jelly. We do make pies in Jelly Jars. And we also make obsessive references to Christmas Vacation, wherein Clark W. Griswold was gifted a jelly of the month club subscription. It’s the gift that keeps on giving, Clark.
Rawhide Pies: If dogs had opposable thumbs, I would feel like my dog would drive the ranking on this Google search term. He likes pie AND rawhide. And considers the food bucket for our outdoor cats to be his own personal buffet, but that is a whole story for another day.
Girlbabe. I would guess this relates to my vehement opposition to terms like girl boss, boss babe, and ladypreneur. Girlbabe could be the worst of them all though, right? I’m giving it all some serious side eye until I see Hobby Lobby come out with an entire line of man boss desk accessories.
Cranberry Cream Pie. Surprisingly this was an epic fail from our July Pie Tasting event. So for those doing a Google search in hopes of a recipe, let us know if you find one that is actually delicious.
KitchenAid Infomercial: We currently use three KitchenAid mixers. And we would 100% film an infomercial in exchange for a fourth. No shame.
Chaos Coordinator: That’s me. Still, it is a weird thing to Google.
Patti Labelle Sweet Potato Pie Reviews: We’ve never partaken of the Patti Labelle Sweet Potato Pie (available at Walmart for $3.98, but sells for $30 on Amazon). If you are looking to entertain yourself, read the Amazon reviews.
Dana Kunze: Unfamiliar, I searched for Dana Kunze on Google and learned that he is a champion high-diver from the 1970s. Perhaps he loves pie? Perhaps he loves blogs? We will never know. (Unless you are reading this, Dana. In that case, email me.)
Best Pie in the World: Well, if you insist.
George and Wheezy: Anyone born after 1982 won’t appreciate my incessant reference to moving on up to the deeeluuxe apartment in the sky. Someone please start streaming The Jeffersons on Netflix, asap. An entire generation depends on you.