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My husbad used to believe that green candies gave him a headache. He will not eat them to this day.
When I was about 6 or 7, my uncle told me Wonder bread was poisonous to children and I should only eat wheat bread. I didn't like wheat bread and I figured any other brand of white bread was safe so I ate that. I still don't buy Wonder bread, and I'm 33 now. Thanks Uncle Jim. :-P
Snakes in the bread!! One time I opened a loaf of bread and there was a hole that went through a couple of slices, about dime size "air holes"..my older brother told me there was a snake in the bread...I didnt eat it and would not go near any holy bread for years!!
My parents used to tell my siblings and I that we had the "same germs" because we are related. I was a teenager before I realized that they just wanted us to share our food.
When I was about 6 years old, I was eating a pop-ice (a cheap brand of popsicle) in front of my 18 year old brother. My brother proceeded to tell my Father (in front of me) a story about a kid in Tennessee who ate one of those pop-ices and drank a 20 ounce bottle of Pepsi and his stomach exploded.
I believed that story until about 5 years later.
a girl at kindergarden told me whilst eating a carrot, if i ate the core i would die. i ate around the outside and threw away the core
My mother raised us with healthy attitudes toward food, and by the time I was five I knew that you should only eat things such as candy once in a while, but I had never ever heard a food called "bad." However, there were these TV commericals for so-called healthy cookies that said "all the flavor, none of the guilt." I could not figure out why someone would feel guilty for eating, so I concluded there was an entire class of bad (as in evil, not as in unhealthy) foods that it was sinful to eat. But because I'd never heard of any foods in my house being "bad", I also believed that those sinful foods weren't available at the store where we shopped. So every time I saw a store painted a color I didn't like, or kept in a bad state of repair, I thought that was a "bad food store."
My grandma told me when I was a littler girl that if I ate cake batter raw, worms would grow in my stomach...of course that was after I had a fingerful. Thanks Grannis
I used to believe that when I ate porrige, i had to hide the buttereye in the middle so that the fox would not take it. Just to be safe, i locked to door too.
I used to believe (entirely of my own accord) that if you ate water chestnuts and then drank water, a giant white rooted plant would grow in your stomach. I still can't stand those things.
When I was younger, I went to a diner for breakfast and the waiter brought me a side of gritz. I really didnt like gritz and so he told me that if i didnt eat it quickly, it would turn into styrafoam. I didnt even think about it and i hav'nt for about 20 years.
When I was about 5 yrs old, a friend told me to never eat the ends of a banana because that is where the tarantula layed its eggs. Horrified, that no one else knew about this but us, I would diligently cut the ends off before consuming. Now, 27 years later after I learned it wasn't true, I'm still cutting off the ends out of habit. Hey, you never know.
You know those dark spots that appear on toast when it's toasted more in some places than others? I used to think that those spots were poisonous and if I ate them, I would get really sick and die.
As a child I was a huge fan of Soreen Malt Loaf. My Mum told me that if I had more than three buttered slices I would get a very bad stomach ache.
I only discovered the truth five years ago, and I'm thirty now! My Mum was just trying to stop me from eating the whole loaf in one go.
When I was a kid there were these candies called pop rocks. My friends and i believed that if you didn't let them finish popping in your mouth they would make your stomach explode.
i used tothink that uh-oh oreos ment they caused trouble
when I was about 5, we would go out as a family and get ice-cream over the weekend. My dad had nearly finished his cone and I had hardly eaten mine, so he said "Sarah! Nooooo stop eating your cone, whats that?" pointing at my cone. There was a tiny speck of chocolate or something on the ice cream, so I looked at him and he said, "Its a bomb, you better trade with me, my cone is safe!" So I did! Thats the reason why today I weigh 120 pounds and He weighs like 290!
My older brother once convinced me that the ice that sometimes forms in the fridge was poisonous, and that I would die in 24 hours if I ate it. This was directly after I'd eaten some.
I was in hysterics for, ooh, i dunno...about...24 hours?
The next day I went up to my brother and said "HAH, I'm NOT dead, you were WRONG!"
He laughed at me. Not the reaction I was looking for.
As kids my Dad told us that if we ate the little squares in the waffles that our stomachs would blow up, so i remember thinking dad is always right cuz he is the smartest man in the world, so my brothers and sister would try to pick around the waffle squares so our stomachs wouldn't blow up.
Learning about chemical reactions made me worried that my mom would mix the wrong things together when cooking and make some kind of poison. I refused to eat anything she made without a recipe until I was in third or fourth grade, and I was terrified that she would accidentally kill herself with her strange cakes.
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