Regarding the 'Potato Peeler' Question or How Can I 'Save Face' with Humor

I'm never afraid to admit that I might possibly be wrong (Hush, Johnny!), so Alas and Alack, I conducted a simple Google search which revealed that the utensil in question-- the one that I've always referred to as a carrot scraper-- is in fact a 'potato peeler.' Hmmmmm....

I cannot imagine where the maternal side of my family went astray... especially considering the fact that we're a fairly literate bunch. My maternal great-grandmother was a Latin scholar way back when, but she actually made 'buttered toast' in a cast-iron skillet (and it was delicious) so perhaps she is the cause of it all. ;-)

Eury, Vous êtes d'accord avec moi et c'est si bon!! (Peut-être mon Français a tort ? )

Hello j -- I'm always delighted to meet (even cyber-ly) another Southerner.

Arsi, now I remember. You're the meat and potaotes and potatoes man. :-D