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“We also like our sauces to be spicy. As Chaucer said, "Woe to the cook whose sauces had no sting!" Incidentally, I can't help wondering if there is an ancestral link between our Worcestershire Sauce and the garum sauce so beloved of the Roman legionaries. Could this be another legacy of Caesar's invasion? REVD. WALTER ALFORD, Chester”

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Book:Good Taste
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