Fun With Mispronunciation

I cannot eat hot & sour soup at a Chinese restaurant without thinking of an ex-girlfriend's father. I'll call him "Rich" because that's his name.

Years ago, I accompanied ex-girlfriend and her parents to a favored divey Chinese place in East Dallas. We all ordered the hot & sour soup because it's really good. And for those who've never tried hot & sour soup, one of its main ingredients is chopped up tofu --- a rather bland cheese-like substance made from curdled soya milk.

Anyway, Rich gets his bowl of hot & sour soup, looks at it, and exclaims in his authentic Brooklyn accent: "This has twofoo in it!"

His wife, a lovely woman who is also an accomplished gourmet cook who should know better, responds in her equally authentic Brooklyn accent: "There's always twofoo in it!"

We all returned to this same restaurant about three months later. And the exact same exchange occurred between Rich and his wife, again.