My mother apparently didn’t learn from the famous “dolme” episode at Stureplan.

A few years later we were staying at the Mandarin Oriental in Kuala Lumpur. After a wonderful dinner, she wanted to compliment the chef. She called over the head waiter and said, loud and clear:

“Give my compliments to the cock.”

The poor waiter looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him. The rest of the table immediately shouted in unison:

“The CHEF! Give our compliments to the CHEF!”

My extremely prudish mother had, of course, meant to say “cook” but pronounced it “cock”.

Having boomer parents really is a full-contact sport.

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