Flashback to the early 1990’s.   I worked the cafeteria at Mary Washington College in Fredericksburg, Virginia.  (It was a work-study program.)  Southern kids would line up at the counter for me to serve them Worcestershire sauce, because they laughed at the way I pronounced it.

It’s “wista-SHEER sawce.”  Years of seeing it passed around my New York Irish dinner table could not have misinformed me.  It was the Southerners and their adorable “WAR-is-to-Shire” pronunciation that deserved laughter.

I’m glad we had this talk.