“Have you scrubbed the floor deck?”

I was checking out the traffic stats for this blog the other day and noticed that I've been getting some interesting traffic from Google. People are entering VERY, VERY TASTY from searches that correlate to various--yet consistently strange--permutations of the keywords "very very tasty."

These permutations look like this:

their tasty tasty very very tasty
their tasty tasty very very tasty their very tasty
there tasty tasty very very tasty
very very tasty christmas song

These are not people who know my blog by name; after all, anyone who knows my blog knows that I hold impeccable grammar in very high regard. They wouldn't make such flagrant mistakes with their contractions--not my readers.

Curious, I ran a Google search myself for "very very tasty." Just to see what happens.

And that's why I can now present you with this amazing little gem, from 1980s Great Britain:



This definitely explains the random visitors I get from the UK. (They don't stay long.)

For the record, this blog has nothing to do with bran flakes, or annoying British adverts from 1982. I actually just really like the word "tasty." More accurately, I like describing food as tasty. It's perhaps the most vague, meaningless adjective out there--describing a taste by using the word "taste" itself--so I'm, naturally, pretty fascinated by it. ("Smelly" is in the same arena, I guess, since describing smells using a version of the word "smell" seems equally as redundant. However, the concept of something being "full of smell" makes more sense than something being "full of taste," so I stand by my assertion.)

I like, and use, this word so much that when a friend of mine wanted to find (and laugh at) a personals ad I had alluded to posting on Craigslist, she simply searched the site for "tasty." She found it. (It was the only result.)

I didn't get any dates out of it.