Thursday, February 2, 2023

The World is My Oyster


I don't know how about you, but I like to check where the visitors to my blog come from, I mean from which countries. Blogger provides you with the total number per country for a chosen period of time and a pie diagram.

When it comes to pies, obviously the biggest, by a mile, chunk is taken by US, how else, followed by the other two coincidentally English-speaking countries, UK and Canada. UK's slice of pie is a tad bigger than the Canadian, which I attribute not to the general kinkiness of UK people, but sheer difference in population. UK has 67 millions, and Canada has only 38 million. Yes, as the population goes, Canada is quite a small country, do with that useless or not piece of information as you will.

Now, there are a couple of anomalies that are quite easy to decipher: one is a tiny country in Southeast Asia that also is a former British colony, and the other one is a small-ish European country where a well known Englishman with certain interests resides. There is also Australia, no wonder there. **Wink-wink, don't be shy, I know that you occasionally read my blog. 

But what really surprises me that Germany is making the top five, and I don't know any of my commenters from there. And it's a substantial number of clicks. France and Spain are the other two but with smaller numbers attached to it.

So, please my German, French, and Spanish lurkers, drop a line, even anonymously, and resolve this mystery for me. 

On this blog, Love Your Lurkers day is every day!!

PS. Do you like oysters? Surprisingly, if bought in a supermarket in a wooden box, it's quite inexpensive treat, compared to what restaurants charge per piece. All you need is an oyster knife or even a flat screwdriver, to learn how to shuck them, and a sliced lemon. We learned that, you know, when we were spending all our time at home, and I had a craving for oysters.

Careful, don't stab yourself, please! Better hold it with a towel. And, you're welcome.

PPS. By the way, oysters are aphrodisiacs, perfect for Valentine's Day. You're most welcome!


  1. On my platform, I get to see a world map broken down below with disaggregated data; fascinating, isn't it?
    You are BRAVE! I would never eat a raw oyster that wasn't fresh out of the water, such as a restaurant or fresh fish store right on the coast. I love them, I do believe in their magical abilities on the male libido, but would be so fearful of food poisoning. Hopefully, if one has turned bad, it'll smell and you'll be able to tell; take care!

  2. Oh boy, I sure am brave, I ran a spanko blog for crying out loud, but you don't need to be brave to eat store bought oysters. Firstly, we are nowhere near the coast, so all the restaurants get the oysters the same way, they are flown in. The store where I buy them never keeps more than one or two boxes, so they don't sit on the shelf. The best way to tell with oysters if they are good is the same as with many types of food: if it looks good, smells good, tastes good, it's good.
    But nothing like a good research, look what I found:

  3. I love smoked oysters, and we often have them with crackers and cheese. Canned oysters are hard to find, but when I do find them I make a delicious oyster soup. Never tried a raw one, though.


    1. Raw seafood and raw fish is definitely an acquired taste but I think is worth the jump. Thank you for the shoutout, Hermione, and for the poem challenge!!