In the days when television actively took the piss out of anyone outside the Home Counties, Clement Freud interviewed two middle aged 'Northern Ladies' (Thora Hird/Nellie Pledge lookalikes with bat-wing specs and head scarves).
CF "What will you be cooking for dinner?"
1st NL "We've had our dinner. We've bought chicken for tea."
CF "How will you serve it?"
2nd NL "Boil it."
CF "With a nice sauce...?"
1st NL "HP!"
I'm paraphrasing. You might even find it on the tube BICBA to look.
Although HP is the One True Sauce, having a wooden pallette has its advantages. The generic stuff has sufficient vinegary bite that, on a local caff spam'n'egg, it tastes just as good...