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My stepmother told me when I was about 5 years old that in order for your body to get the vitamins out of peanut butter you had to drink milk with it. I believed that for years!!
I used to believe that mayonaise was for women and mustard was for men. That's how everyone in my family preferred their sandwiches to be made. I was afraid to try mustard for fear of getting in trouble for crossing over!
When I was growing up my oldest brother played the largest role in raising me. He had a lot of rules about food (don't drink my orange juice, for example). Processed cheese singles were "Blake's Cheese". I thought they were called "Blake's Cheese" for most of my life. One day when I was about 16 a friend asked me what on earth was "Blake's Cheese" and I learned that I was the only person on earth who called them that.
I still call them Blake's Cheese in my head.
I used to believe God had such a hard job putting the core of fruits inside and then sewing them so perfectly you wouldn't know.
I would always eat PB&J sandwiches. So when my grandpa would ask me what I ate for lunch that day, I would say "a PB&J sandwich". Then he told me that if I keep eating that every day I would TURN INTO A PB&J SANDWICH! So I was always afraid of turning into one that I went into a phase of no sandwiches. This lasted for about a year, until I learned that it was impossible to turn into a sandwich. Although I thought it would be quite funny.
when i asked my grandfather where do buffalo wings come from he replied the buffalo are so big that when they are born we have to clip their wings so they dont hurt anybody and waste not want not.
When I was little, my Mum told me that any food we didn't eat at dinner went to a place called Leftover Land. (Later questioning, after I saw that it in fact was spooned into the bin, revealed that a wizard comes and removes it from the bin before transporting it to Leftover Land.)
She threatened that one day she was going to take us to Leftover Land, where we'd have to eat, finally, all of our associated leftovers.
I sometimes left behind the parts of the meal I liked best, so that when she finally took me I'd be able to have a good time.
I went thru a phase where I thought table scraps had feelings just like people, so every time my mom tried to clear the table, I'd go into hysterics. Once time in particular, I managed to cling to a banana peel for a couple of days before my mom found it and chucked my new friend into the garbage. I cried and pleaded with her, and finally she offered to buy me a banana-peel chew toy, the kind they make for dogs, as a replacement to pacify me. She never did get me one, though.
My mom used to tell me , 'never leave a single cereal on the bowl'. Because they would cry so hard even the whole house could hear them. Not only that, they would cry out my name. Until now, I always finish my cereal, until the last drop.
i believed, coming from my grandfather on my mother's side, that veal was not to be eaten because it was mermaid meat. i learned that this wasn't true, of course, but i was shocked to learn, at 15 yrs old, that my grandfather believed this with all his heart... even to the day he died.
I used to believe, because of my Uncle telling me this was so, that Minces (as in Mince Meat Pies) were animals that could only be killed with guns, but that it was really, really hard to get them because they were so small and they were so valued for their sweet meat that we only ate them at Christmas.
I believed that since vegetables came from the ground it was my duty to wash them, so I put them in with my mums washing. She only knew when she heard them banging around!
My uncle used to warn me about eating strawberries straight from the vine because he said that they were covered with snake spit.
I always wondered why snakes didn't have anything else better to do than go around licking every strawberry in sight. It didn't stop me from eating them, though.
When we were little my brother loved to eat pork chops because he thought they were called Port Chops and Ports were a very rare and delicious animal because he had never seen one. He didn't learn otherwise until I told him the truth when he was in his late teens. He was rather disappointed.
I used to believe that if I ate liver pate I would grow a new liver. I ate it like crazy, so then I could give my extra liver to someone who needed one.
When I was a child, I had a fear of bagels. I thought they were stale doughnuts.
I used to think eating spanish rice would make you speak spanish, so whenever I took a bite I would say "hola"
I used to believe that broccoli was little trees that were shrunken so you could eat them, and that if you planted them they would grow back to their normal size
As a child I somehow became convinced that an artichoke was some sort of small furry animal, and I was, of course, completely disturbed by the jar of 'artichoke hearts' kept in our refrigerator. To this day, my family still teases me about my genuine concern for those 'poor little artichokes'.
when i was little i believed that leprecauns put the holes in crumpets.
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