The Rusty Spoon?

An Unexpected Detour

Okay, so I thought this, my second entry, would in some way relate specifically to food, but alas! A derailment.  I hope my knowledge of cooking exceeds my blogging skills, but at any rate, I need your knowledgeable opinion, friends. Should I change the title? Let me explain.

A little after the fact and a lot too late, I Googled my blog title to check for exclusivity and learned that said title carries some rather explicit and may I say negative connotations, none of which are remotely related to cooking! That is, unless you lean toward promiscuity and happen to cook in the nude. Please don't ask me to explain. This blog is rated PG. No exceptions.

Let's just say that I mistakenly believed my repertoire of urban vocabulary was on par with the best of orators In The Know. I was wrong. Boy, was I wrong. I still have a great deal to learn.That's a good thing, right?

In the meantime, while I am learning and waiting for advice,  I choose to inject a positive nuance to my blog title. So here it is, my sanitized definition of a Rusty Spoon:

rusty spoon: (adjective\noun) \ˈrəs-tē\ spun\ : One who enjoys the act of creating gastronomic works of  art despite a measurable disadvantage, such as advanced age, decreased eyesight, a lack of culinary mentoring, or the absence of an industrial-quality range or Cuisinart. 

That's pretty much me, folks.  
Food tomorrow.