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We called it pasketti at my house!
-Melin
Board Goddess In Training
As I stated on the other thread, “pasketti” is the correct pronunciation.
We just called Pasta! Still do.
Where are you guys getting this a?
The one and only correct pronunciation is psketti. (It’s easier to pronounce than it looks…)
‘They couldn’t hit an Elephant from this dist…!’
Last words of General John Sedgwick
I said “buh-sketti.”
I also said “swimming cool” and “el-tow” for elbow. My dad still says “el-tow” because he got such a kick out of it.
The evolution of my name as said by my little sister was “Ga-ga.” Then, I became “Ga” and, finally, “Jill.”
My cousin called potato chips “potato peeps” and someone else I know claims to have called them “potato shits.”
Here’s another cute story: When my friend was a toddler, her mom would occassionally drop something and, when she did, exclaim, “Shit!” So one time her mom walked in and little Susan was in the playpen throwing her toys. Every time one would hit the floor, she’d gleefully exclaim, “Shit!”
cimannon
a-lu-min-ee-um
uh-TOM bomb
I have a friend who pronounced “ambulance”
am-bah-lance or am-blance. Most of the time, only 2 syllables.
…it has never been my way to bother much about things which you can’t cure.
- A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court-Mark Twain
My family had a very early version of a remote controlled television. The TV had a dial (remember those?) to change the channels, and the remote control actually made the dial turn. The turning dial made a clunking noise - like “conk conk conk” and thus, the remote control was called the “Conker.”
I still call it a conker to this day. My close friends and family have figured out what I mean, but it still manages to confound newcomers. It’s easier to say “conker” than “remote control”, and I highly encourage all you readers to start to follow my example on this.
I always heard kids say it as “ambliance.”
I always thought it was “spisketti”.
PusKETee.
The overwhelming majority of people have more than the average (mean) number of legs. – E. Grebenik
I always used pissKETTI, or skaPETTI Don’t know why I changed ways along the line somewhere.
Why are you all wasting your breath on that extra syllable? It’s “sketti”.
We didn’t have very many family words but the one that stuck with me came from the last major infestation of gypsy moths back in the early 80s. Our deck was covered with larval excreta - tiny little balls of it - and my sister immediately christened them “caterpillar farts”.
The only other one that comes to mind is “tenchaper” for ‘temperature’. Another sororal mispronunciation. 
Cave Diem! Carpe Canem!
Pissghetti.
Seriously, p’sghetti and meat bulbs.
(Did I wander into the Family Circus somewhere, here?)
“If A=B, B=C, and C=D, do not get a job proofreading” --Quid’s Theorem
I always called shampoo “papoo” and eyebrows “eye brown”. I also said “sketti”.
I had a friend in early elementary school who said “bacon suit” for bathing suit and buh-gina for… you know what.
“Man prefers to believe what he prefers to be true” -Albert Einstein
When my younger brother was learning to speak, he called a coaster a “holster”; we still call it that now. And he sometimes referred to a Goodyear Blimp passing overhead as the “Goodyear P-I-M-P.”
When my daughter was about 1 1/2 she frequently asked us to turn on the radio so she could listen to the “mucous.”
When ever my little brother heard the tune played by an approaching ice cream truck, he exclaimed, “Here comes the Mucus Man”!
TT
“Believe those who seek the truth.
Doubt those who find it.” --Andre Gide
I have it on good authority that it is pronounced “beesgetti.”
BTW, a dog is a “goggie” and juice is “gooth” and cheese is “teez” and I could go on and on.
My brother Doug used to say “Me wants me Moke” instead of, “Could I please have a glass of milk?”
Cracked mom up. I can still hear her cajoling his friends with that story, as he looked desperately around the room for a way to escape.
My sister pronounced my brother’s name as “Tevin,” making the beginning S inexplicably silent. He repaid her by ripping her hair out.
Would have been cute, but they were 16 at the time. (Kidding, Steve!)
Though I don’t think I was prone to pronunciation problems myself (mom would have let me and every friend I had know about it), she was fond of telling the world how I used to scream out the window of our Bronx tenement whenever the garbage truck came by, “Poo-poo truck! Poo-poo truck!”
Yer pal,
Satan