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Kohlrobi is Rob Roy.

And whenever DH isn't sure what I've served, he always jokingly asks if its arugula. Doesn't matter if it's a green leafy thing or a chocolate cookie, arugula has become a running joke in our house.

Please.

SO's mom worked full time as a nurse and cooking was a "chore" to her. She didnt care what she put on the table and refered to everything a "GOOP" whats for diner? orange noodle goop. now anything thats vaguely caseroley is refered to as goop. or if we go to a resteraunt where the food is bad we will tell friends that ask its a 3 gooper.

@pooch~darn it, I just spit out water all over the place from laughing. Going to get a towel to mop up the keyboard.

My father used to slaughter the English language, just for our amusement. He didn't talk like that at work. At the table he'd ask us to pass the butt/er, which he spread on his sangwitch with a kin iff. Peanut butt/er is sim you ler to al mund butt/er. He put a serviette on his lap to catch crumbs, and so on and so on and so on. He was a scream, but he loved to used "Pappy Words" in restaurants and we'd be laughing and dying of embarrassment at the same time. Now that he's gone, we make sure to use Pappy words, or we'll be corrected by someone else at the table.

There's a little family-run Italian restaurant down the road from where my sister and I used to live. It's good and hearty, but the sauce is very simple. She'd gone with her family before I did. I got take out from them when I first moved to the neighborhood and said I thought the sauce tasted like Chef Boyardee. She couldn't stop laughing because that's exactly what her kids had said and that's what we've called it ever since. Their mostaciolli is incredible and their drink prices are even better. Neither of us live on that street anymore, but we still call each other to go for Chef Boyardee every once in awhile. (The real name is Piazza's.)

When my daughter was little she liked the cheese type Hamburger Helper. My husband said don't ever make that guinnea glop again!! I never did.

Thanks to lolcats, it's a chez (short e) burger. Dinner is always "time for noms!" Because of allergies, anything with MSG, Splenda or green peppers is "evil."

When I was young, I called pasta, "pig-sketti." My brother used to call grapes, "beeps."

One time at an Italian restaurant, my husband wanted to order the gnocchi and I told him I would give him $10 if he would pronounce it 'guh-notchi' when he ordered it. He did, I snort-laughed my wine and paid up my $10. It was worth it and now whenever we have it, that's the pronunciation.

The cat's kibble is "foodies."

My brother often makes up his own pronunciation- jalapenos=ja-LOP-a-nose

Chorizo=tortured weasel