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I don't competely remember how the conversation went but at the dinner table with my husband's family we were talking about pickles. I must have said that I didn't know where pickles came from. I had seriously never thought about it before. They looked at me in wonder and I said something along the lines of, "don't they grow on trees?" Oh the laughter. I was about 22 at the time. I still get teased today.
Because my brothers tormented me, I thought that blueberries had worms. They would squeeze the blueberries just right and they would ooze and kinda look like worms were coming out. I refused to eat them and hate them to this day!
I used to eat spinach just like Popeye. I would turn my head to the left so it would go down into my left arm and then to the right. I imagined it going into my arms and making me strong just like him.
I used to believe that all ice cream started out as vanilla...and then flavors were added in to make it chocolate or strawberry, etc. I thought the vanilla had no flavor at all. I could never understand why some people would actually ask for vanilla ice cream!
I used to believe that ketchup was used to make fries colder so they would be easier to eat.
I use to believe that salt would cool food down while pepper would heat your food
I used to believe that spaghetti grew on trees, based on a pasta commercial from the 70s.
When you ordered small fries they were just shorter
I once believed that during Dinosaur Week at daycare, the old ladies fed us actual dinosaur meat in their dinosaur soup; it was actually beef stew.
When I was young, but old enough to make my own lunch, I thought that if I wanted something warm at lunchtime, all I had to do was heat it up in the morning; If I closed the container fast enough, it would still be warm at lunchtime. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for me to figure that wasn't quite how it worked.
I used to believe that the green stuff in fried oysters was spinach, which relates to another Popeye-related belief.
When I was very young, to get me to eat veal, my Mother told me it was chicken without the bone. Of course I believed Her until, at age 21 at my engagement party, I embarrassed myself by letting this gem loose upon a whole room of future relatives.
I used to believe (and still do) hot dogs are made out of the rubber from old tennis shoes and band aids (it gives hot dogs that pinky, flesh color).
i had a classmate in college who believed that organic meat meant that they whited for the the animals to die of nachel carers
I used to believe that when you were hungry, if you took too long to get something to eat, your stomach would start to digest itself. Because of this belief, it used to scare me when my stomach would start to growl, since I thought it was only a matter of time before my stomach started to "eat" itself.
My dad always used to tell me that if you ate crusts off bread then you would grow hairs on your chest!
Because "scone" sounds so much like "cone," I always imagined it as a cone, with ice cream in it, served sideways on a plate. Blueberry scones were blueberry ice creams turned on their sides, raspberry scones were raspberry ice cream. I figured I'd rather eat my ice cream upright so I stayed away from scones and didn't find out what they really were until I was 19.
I used to believ that meatloaf came from buffalo. Something in my mind connected the dots to american bison when I heard that we were having meatloaf for dinner as a child.
i thought the chunks in blue cheese dressing were bunny turds because we had a rabbit and my mom told me so
When I was about 5 I used to take the cheese off of my pizza and put it in a pile to eat later - only when we ate at pizza hut. After a while, my older sister convinced me that if I ever ate pizza cheese on its own I would get hit by a bus next time I left the house and die.. From then on I have never eaten the cheese on its own!
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