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My mom always told my sister and I that the brown spots on the banana were where the most sugar was. So we always fought over who got to eat the banana with the most dark spots.
when i was a little kid, my parents told me that how ever many grain of rice i left on my plate, it would appear on my face. so, when i saw people with pimples on their face, i thought it was because they left rice on their plate.
I am 50 years old. Just this past weekend I discovered that Navy beans are white. I always thought they were blue.
i used to cry whenever i had 1 hotdog and my dad had 2. so he "gave" me 2 by cutting mine in 2. i was satisfied.
I used to believe honey was made out of bee poop. I would read the ingredients to everything and avoid honey at all cost!
As a nine year old just coming to america from Cuba, I thought that the Mexican food "burrito" was actually meat from a "burro" or donkey! Which was fine by me, because they tasted good!
When my brothers and I were younger, my mother used to tell us to eat all our dinner because there were children in Ethiopia that were starving. After my mom left the kitchen, I would throw half of my meal in the trash so when the homeless people rummaged through the trash, they would have something to eat. I thought I was single handedly feeding the population of Ethiopia.
When I was younger, my cousin told me that if you ate a breakfast cereal, you would turn into the character on the box.
I used to have nightmares about turning into Rory the Tiger on Frosties!
When I was 4, I thought Bumblebee tuna was made from bumblebee meat.
My mom would take me to McDonald's all the time when I was younger. I wouldn't eat the ends of the french fries because they were hard and I thought they were bones.
I used to believe vanilla were albino chocolate.
When I was littlle my favorite food was Roast Beast! I would order this anytime we went to a restaurant much to the delight of my parents and the wait staff who were always laughing at me. I always imagined roast beast came from a very large purplish animal with a horn. When I finally found out it was "beef" the meal was never quite as exciting again.
I used to believe that you got 'Mintolia Disease' if you ate too much mint flavoured Ice Cream.
I used to believe that it was every vegetables destiny to be eaten so I couldn't leave a carrot on my plate or it would be sad. I couldn't eat just one pea or one broccoli piece either because they would die alone so I would eat even numbers of veggies so everyone would have a friend to go down with.
I used to think that when you ate too much, your stomach would get filled up and you could never eat again in your life.
The first time my younger cousin encountered sprinkles were on Grandma's sugar cookies. Therefore, she calls them cookie rice.
I used to believe that clouds were mashed potatoes and whenever we had mashed potatoes for dinner my mother would reach up (without our looking) and grab them.
I always thought that "grilled" cheese sandwiches were called "girl" cheese sandwiches. I once asked my Mom (I was about 6 years old) why they weren't called "boy" cheese sandwiches. I'm in my 30's now and I think my Mom is still laughing about "boy" cheese sandwiches!
Until I was about 8 or 9, I believed that baled hay (like the big rolled bales) was Shredded Wheat. My parents told me that when it rained, they shrank down and the cereal people put them in the boxes.
When I was young, my grandmother used to cook dinner every night. Whenever she said "This came from scratch", I thought scratch was a friend of my grandmother's that I had never met. I would always ask my family who scratch was but they just gave me a blank stare. When I hit about 7 or 8 years old, I finally figured out what scratch meant. No wonder they looked at me with that blank stare.
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