Okay, not really. I mean, Josh would probably like them, but there is no such thing. Dang it. Pete’s Pride is totally missing out on some mad marketing AND alliteration opportunities.
As you guys surely know by now, I’m a big nerd who gets a whole lot of amusement out of perusing the search engine terms people have used to find this blog. Some things are to be expected, especially since we’re nearing October, like the current top three for the past 30 days: “pink ribbon cake pan”, “pink ribbon cake”, and “pink ribbon”. But the 4th item on the list is a little puzzling to me—Richard Simmons. Really? Is October Richard Simmons Awareness Month, too? Wonder what color the ribbon is for that one. Is sequined a color? Richard Simmons beat out the perpetual favorite “bald girlfriend” (I’m pretty sure that I really, really don’t want to know the motivation behind that one) and the believe it or not “pork fritter” is way down the list at number 8. Pork fritter fans need not worry, however, because in the all time search engine term standings, the humble pork fritter holds 3 of the top 5 slots.
And speaking of pork fritter fans…if you’ve been keeping up on the comments, you know that our friend Nanine is a transplanted Hoosier, living in Texas, who has been searching for Pete’s Pride Pork Fritters to no avail. Of course, since we ARE pretty high on the google results, she ended up here, and asked if I knew who makes Pete’s Pride. I didn’t, but I do now. I don’t know why I was even at all surprised to learn that Pete’s Pride Pork Fritters are manufactured by Al Pete Meats (recently acquired by Monogram Foods) in none other than Muncie, Indiana. Why of course they are! Where else? So, Nanine, I hope this helps you in your quest. Keep us posted—we love having an excuse to write about pork fritters. (We also love referring to ourselves in the first person plural.)
Now back to those searches. It gives me a chuckle every time someone gets here from googling “Josh Bell poet” or some other variation. If you recall, my old friend Josh has the distinct misfortune of sharing his name with another extremely famous Josh from Indiana. Hence, folks looking for my friend must include poetry/poem/poet in their search. However, like other violin-toting super villains, the fantastically famous Joshua Bell will stop at nothing in his quest to squash my dear Josh like a bug—going so far as to title one of his albums “Poeme”. Really, can there be any other explanation for this? So, it was especially amusing to me when some obviously determined fan of my Josh recently got here by searching “josh bell poetry or poem or poet not violinist”. Take that, you fancy fiddler.
This weekend is the local Race for the Cure. Yes, I’m going. No, I’m probably not doing the survivor parade. Wearing the pink shirt is about as much as you can expect from me. And Thursday is the first day of October, so get those Pink Ribbon Overload pictures to me. I’ll be starting off the month with one of my own finds and the story of how it came into my possession. That’s right, I actually own this one, but even that’s not the whole story, so check back with me on Thursday afternoon to get the scoop.