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For the first part of my life (from childhood till age 25 or so) I never liked fruit, I found it was alwasy tasteless and hard.
What I found out after I got married was that my Mom would only buy the most unrippened fruit available and she would throw it out before it even got ripe.
I did not know how delisious ripe fruit was until I got married and tried some fruit my wife was eating.
I thought if you ate enough chicken wings, you would sprout wings and be able to fly. Whenever we had fried chicken, I would make sure I got the wings.
One time when I was little, I went to the grocery store with my Mom and she saw an egg plant and she was jokeing around and said "Look baby!! Its an alien" Well ofcourse I belived her. She bought two. Your thinking I was scared of the eggplant. WRONG! When we got home, I asked if I could look at the eggplant. I took it into myy room and I dressed it up in cabage patch doll cloth and put it in my stroler and I strolled it around the house. My Mom always had to take the egg plants when they got old and she would switch them out. lol
I would also not talk to my perants after they ate egg plant. I got very upset!
When i was little i used to believe that Peanuts were dried up potatoes. My mom told me otherwise when i was 10!
I used to believe that when you baked "from scratch" it meant you put the baking pan on the kitchen table and then took a fork and 'scratched' the bottom of the pan and the ingredients would emerge FROM the bottom of the pan, and then you would take a spoon and start mixing them around.
I know where that idea came from. I went to Catholic school and as a first grader my entire class went to see the film "The Ten Commandments" and in one scene Charlton Heston (Moses) took a big stick, scratched a rock and water came pouring forth. That had a bit impression on me.
Next time you see that movie I'll bet you think about how that looked to at least one six-year-old.
My mom once told me that there were bugs that lived in the tips of bananas and that you should always break off the ends before eating the banana. I used to get uncomfortable watching people eat bananas, wondering why they were eating the bugs. I'm still a bit uneasy about eating the ends to this day.
When I was a kid, I used to believe that a grilled cheese sandwich was actually called a "girl cheese" and that only girls could eat them. I used to get mad at my two older brothers because only me and my two sisters were allowed to eat them and they would have to choose something else.
I used to beleive that my mom fed me pureed snails for baby food. We had this jar full of snail shells we kept in the cupboard, and one day I asked her what they were for. She said 'oh, when You were a baby, I made you baby food by putting the snails in the blender. I just kept the shells for fun.'. I beleived that into early adulthood.
When I was little I saw a show on TV about cheese and how they made it. It looked like they were just mixing water around and after awhile, it would turn to cheese. So everytime I was in the bathtub I thought I could make cheese by standing up and running around the full bathub. Everytime I did it I swore that the water was getting thicker.
When I was about 9 years old, my Mom gave me some money and told me to get her a pound of lox. Later, I came back home with the money she had given me and told her the man in the hardware store said he only sold locks by the piece, not the pound.
When I was young, we had rabbit for dinner one night. My parents told me it was chicken. I asked why the chicken had four legs.
I used to think that when you made food 'from scratch', that scratch was an ingredient like starch.
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.
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! :)
My roommate who recently turned 23 admitted to me that she used to think capers were animals... you know, like anchovies...
When I was young my older cousin convinced me that as the youngest person in the family, I was supposed to eat underneath the table because that's where my food would taste best. Being an only child, my parents humoured me rather than starting a fight because I was cleaning my plate every night. When we went to a restaurant even, I would have to have my food given to me under the table. My parents tell me there were lots of strange looks and questions as they took a plate of food off the top of the table and passed it underneath.
You know the, "you are what you eat" saying...yeah, lets just say that it took me a while to move away from the mirror after every meal
When I was young I often wondered what rich people ate instead of potatoes.I just knew it had to be something sweet!
I used to think if i didnt eat a slice of american cheese before i went to bed, i would die. i think i came up with this when i would try to stay up as late as possible by stalling and saying that i'm hungry. my brother is lactose intolerant, and to my understanding as a young child, i thought that if he ate anything involving dairy, he would eventually die. i guess i thought that since im NOT lactose intolerant, then its just the opposite for me as it is for him, so in order to live, i had to have american cheese every night. no questions asked.
I used to believe that you HAD to eat ice cream after a meal. My dad used to say that as it melted it filled the cracks between the food already in your tummy - so that you wouldn't creak as you walked!
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