I dumbed down my writing when my kids, giraffes, cubs, and whatever they want to call themselves, complained that my writing, and speech were too correct, so as to be stilted and boring. They wanted me to speak and talk like everyone else in our little, sometimes backward town. So I obliged them, and what do I get; complaints, nothin' but complaints. What's a Goodweed to do? (heavy, sigh!)
In any case, as everyone else has stated, we are happy to have you aboard, and look forward to exchanging ideas about all things cullinary, and otherwise.
Seeeeeeya; Goodweed of the North