"Mama, your shallot things are falling!" giggled my daughter as she picked up the thin papery skins the wind had blown off the cutting board. I laughed out loud and said, "In my day, I would have called them onion skins." I was 20 before I knew what a shallot was. But she's right. She sees me use three times as many shallots as I do onions. Cracked me up.