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I wouldn't eat chops because my uncle told me they were made from lambs, cows and pigs. My mum told me that was rubbish and they really grew on special "chop trees" (they got "chopped down" when they were a certain age)
I used to believe that it was perfectly acceptable to eat Play-Doh. My mom told me that "Non-Toxic" (which was printed on the lid of the cans) meant it wouldn't harm you if you ate it. I took this as an invitation to chow down. I can still taste the salty-doughy flavor as I sit here today. Gross.
My dad would always try to discourage me from drinking coffee as I got older because "it makes your toes turn black, and it stunts your growth."
...it didnt work...
I believed (until I was about 23, embarrassingly enough) that tapioca pudding was made of fish eggs. As usual, my father is to blame for this. I can't wait to lie to my own kids.
My neighbor told me that the insides of acorns tasted like chocolate. They don't. They're really bitter.
I used to think that hot dogs were cow utters.
my mum told me that the white stuff around an orange was called pith, but i heard piss, so i thought it was where the orange weed. that put me off oranges for a long time.
when i was seven, my sister told me that because i was seven i had to eat a dog biscuit everyday or else i would get really sick. so for about a week i ate a dog biscuit everyday until mum saw me eating one and told me my sister was lying.
When I was about 6 or 7, my mom cooked some kind of meat for dinner. While I was sitting next to my older brother, (who was 12 at the time) he leaned over and whispered that I shouldn't eat the meat because it was poodle (dog) meat. I was disgusted and didn't eat the meat. I wasn't aloud to leave the table until I finished my dinner, so while my mom was in doing the dishes, I brought my plate over to the indoor plant and buried the meat in the dirt. I was then able to leave the table. I have never told her about the meat in the plant!!! HaHa
When I was little, I was convinced for a while that those little dark specks inside the banana were bugs. Consequently, I absolutely refused to eat them.
My mates sister used to think that peanut butter was made in third world countries by starving people who had to chew up peanuts and spit them into a jar.
Tasty.
My girlfriend thought that lollypop sticks were made of mashed potatoes. I thought they were made of rolled up toilet paper.
I believed that hot dogs never left your body. My theory was that they waited around until the next time you barfed, then they came out.
My grandfather told my mother and her 8 siblings that Soy Sauce was pigeon blood. It wasn't until my mom got married to my dad when she was 25 that she learned the truth.
My friend (he's in his mid twenties and is currently writing his thesis for his PhD) told us that tortilla chips contain sand. After checking a pack of Doritos he changed it to "all tortila chips apart from Doritos contain sand."
A few weeks ago he told me this amazing fact again, but it had changed to "all Mexican food contains sand".
My mum told me that crackers were made out of bad little boys and girls.. and that the darker crackers were made out of black children.
My brother (who, believe it or not is now a priest) told me that the tapioca in tapioca pudding was fish eyes! To this day, I still can't eat tapioca pudding because of that!
When my brother was little, he would refuse to eat oatmeal. Then my mom told him it was gruel - you know, what Oliver Twist eats and asks for more - and then he never refused it again, even after he found it it wasn't gruel!
As a kid I used to love 'Sweetbreads'. It wasn't until I was in my twenties that I found out they were actually Lambs Testicles!!!
My Mum told me that Parsnips where the same as Bananas . Once they're peeled sliced and boiled/steamed they do look a bit like bananas ( Honest!!) except that they taste crap!
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