I used to believe that spaghetti was called "left-overs" because every time my family said we were having left-overs for dinner it was spaghetti

Anon

when i was a kid i thought the word spaghetti was pronounced 'pasghetti' and i would get really mad when people laughed at me for getting it wrong, i completely thought i was saying it right!

Anon

With five kids, my family frequented Furr's, a cheap, buffet-style chain restaurant. To keep us from overindulging, they told us that the desserts cost extra, and since there were so many of us, we couldn't have any.

I believed that until the day I went to a Furr's with my husband and asked if it was alright if I got a slice of pie. He looked at me as if I were insane, asking what he'd done to give me the impression that he was the sort to control every little thing that went into my mouth. I explained that I knew we were a little tight on cash and didn't want to seem frivolous.

Needless to say, after a fit of laughter, he told me that the desserts were included... since it was, after all, a buffet. I was convinced that he was trying to make me feel better, to the point of asking the cashier. After that, I was convinced the franchise had changed their policy (after all, I'd never questioned it in all the years since), and I just hadn't realized.

Surely, my parents wouldn't have lied to me! :)

Sunny

When I was little, I asked my dad how the holes got in Swiss cheese. He said that people hung up the slices in trees and shot them with bullets from a shotgun.

Laura

I beleived that macaroni was made from 'crow knees' - they took the skin off the bird's legs and that was macaroni.

Jason

I used to tell my little sister that she had to eat the fortune in her fortune cookie in order for it to come true. That's why it's in a cookie!

Anon

I used to think that broccolli was baby trees, and used to hide mine and plant it, in the faint hope that it would grow.

M.C.Collinz

I used to believe that the stuffed green olives happened in this way: At the canning warehouse, women stood at their tables opposite of the red pimento. The green olives were lined up in front of the workers who coaxed with bended finger, "Come one, little pimento, crawl into this lovely olive!" whereby the obedient pimento snuggled right inside the olive and was promptly gathered into jars for packing. lol

Susie

When I was young, I heard the word 'minion' for the first time and thought it was a miniature onion.

Karin

One day when I was about 6 or 7, I was at the grocerey store with my mom. After we had paid for the food, I read the receipt (I loved reading them, don't ask why). The food names are abreviated to save space, so instead of seeing "Swanson Chicken Pie" on the receipt, I saw "Swan Chick Pie". Naturally, being the animal lover that I am, I didn't want to eat a pie made out of baby swans! So I declared to my mom, "I'm never eating little swans, and you can't make me!" After she finally figured out what I was talking about, she burst out laughing. I'll never live that one down.

Carrie B.

when i was little, i didn't think that anything mattered in cooking except that the mix/batter/dough be the same color/texture as what you were planning on making. My mom had had a really long day and mentioned something about having to make dinner and dessert. I decided (at 7) that i would save her some work and make a cake for dessert. I took a big plastic rubbermaid container and started to fill it with flour, cocoa, chocolate syrup, mustard, baking soda, eggs, coffee, bread, jam, and anything else i could get my hands on. I mixed the whole thing up, put it in the microwave, and four minutes later....BOOM!....it exploded. Needless to say, I did not lessen my mom's workload that night. To this day i'm still finding pieces of my "cake" on the vents inside my microwave.

rebecca

When I was little, my grandmother used to be a great cook. Anytime I would eat any of her cooking, I always commented on how good it was. She always said "This is from scratch" For years, I thought "scratch" was a person. I always asked who Scratch was. When I was around 6 or 7, I finally realized that she meant scratch was another term for homemade.

Anon

I believed that if I didn’t “hole some” food I would turn into a skeleton. Donuts were the best, but I would always insist that my mother not cut my baloney sandwich in half so I could bite a hole in the center before eating the rest.

moxmox

I used to believe that ham came from hamsters.

Paul

I used to believe that if I got tomato sauce on my face, my blood would turn a different color. It definitely got me to eat spaghetti very carefully!

Lunaka

I used to think that mushrooms came from where the Smurfs lived and sometimes I'd wonder if anyone had ever picked up a smurf and packed it in a punnet of mushrooms by mistake and used to see if I could find one. I'd look very closely because I knew the smurfs were small!

dippingmytoes

When I was little my mum told me that if I ate lots of satsumas I would get a lot more presents from Santa because satsumas are his favourite fruit.

Melanie

That french cut green beans were riendeer food and if you ate enough of them you would be able to fly like Santa's reindeer.

Anon

My mom put a warm soda in the freezer for me to get it cold quick. My sister told me to watch out because if you left it in too long it would explode. I ran for my life out of the house, thinking that the can would explode and kill us all.

gigglehertz

My mother told me carrots would improve my eyesight, so I took that to its logical conclusion, which was of course that eating enough carrots would give me X-ray vision. My mom put a stop to that, though, since another thing I've seen on this page -- that your skin turns orange if you eat too many carrots -- is true. It happened to my older sister, and it's really more of a sickly yellow.

Brad