Gary: “My nose is stuffed up. I need some Co-RICE-uh-din.”
Me: “You need what?”
Gary: (louder) “CO-RICE-UH-DIN.”
Me: “Well then buy some?”
Gary: “We need to buy more Co-RICE-uh-din. We are almost out.”
Me: “Show me.”
Even after I showed him numerous commercials in which it is pronounced “co-ruh-CEE-din,” he will not budge.
Admittedly, my family bought many containers of “par-MEE-zhun” cheese, but I eventually got it straightened out.