More than half-a-century ago, in Glasgow, a wee wummin had read something in a magazine about French Cooking (except that it was called "Cuisine"). When she noticed that one of the big stores had started displaying exotic looking cakes and confectionery, she called a young shop-assistant and, pointing to one of them, asked,
"Is that a 'Gateau' or a 'Meringue'?"
The wee lassie, new to the work and not very familiar with foreign foods, replied,
"Naw, ye're right enough, it's a 'Gateau'".
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(Just in case anyone needs an explanation, the local pronunciation of "a meringue" and "am Ah wrang?", anglice "am I wrong", would be indistinguishable)