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I used to believe that Jello Shots were something that came out of a gun somehow.
I used to believe if you planted donut crumbs in the ground, you could grow a donut tree.
When I was about 8 years old, my mom sent me to the hardware store to buy some cheesecloth. That day she made cheesecake. And for the longest time I would not eat cheesecake because I believed there was cheesecloth in it.
I used to believe that the reason why some packs of bacon were saltier than others was because some pigs were more salty naturally.
My Father used to tell me that if I wanted to grow hair on my chest (like a man); I had to eat lots of Vegemite (Aussie sandwich spread). I had at least one Vegemite Sandwich EVERY DAY; until I was nearly 12 years old.
Naturally, growing up in Massachusetts, all of my family had Boston accents. One night, after asking what we were having for dinner, my mother responded "chicken parm". Without the letter "r" it sounded like "chicken palm". I believed that one of my favorite foods was the palm of a chicken.
My father told me tapioca was frog eggs in pudding. I still can't eat it!
I used to beleive that liver (as in liver and onions and gravy) was rhinocerous meat.
I used to believe that if I didn't eat all of my green beans, the beans left behind would be sad, because their family was in my tummy, so I would force myself to eat them all so that they wouldn't be separated.
I used to think when my mom was offering me a grilled cheese sandwich, she was offering a "girl cheese" sandwich. So I always wondered what my brother would eat - I had never heard of a "boy cheese" sandwich.
When my sister was little she planted lolly sticks in the back garden, believing that they would grow into ice lollies.
when I was a young man my dad convinced me that haggis's were little hairy creatures that lived on Scotish hillsides with legs that were shorter on one side so they could stand on the hill comfortably, how easily we are mislead :0)
I once knew a girl who until her earlie 20s beleived that the cherry on an ice cream sundae was actually a red beetle and the pink juice that gets on the whipped cream was its blood. That one was thanks to her older brother.
When I was young I thought butter was used to cool food down when it was to hot. Now with a skyrocketing chlosterol count I am aware that temperature control is not butter's primary function.
Up until an embarassingly advanced age, I believed that pimentos came from inside olives, and I felt bad for the guy who had to take the pimento out of each olive to fill up those jars of pimentos we bought in the grocery store.
I used to believe that the big Kentucky Fried Chicken bucket signs on the pole were filled with gravy and they would run a hose into the shop to fill up the gravy containers.
I thinks my big brother told me this once and of course his trusting little brother fell for it.
When I was very little, I used to believe that bacon came from the tail of a pig because it was curly!!
When I was a little girl, I believed that the orange cheese crackers that come in the packs with peanut butter were made out of monarch butterfly wings. I even explained the entire process to my younger sister.
My mum used to tell me that baked beans were just peas covered in tomato sauce.
At christmas, we always make a little buffet with crackers and spreads and sarnies. Stuff like that. But my nan would never eat brussels pate. We thought she just didn't like it until the day came when she said "how can you eat a pate made from sprouts?"
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