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My girlfriend thought that lollypop sticks were made of mashed potatoes. I thought they were made of rolled up toilet paper.
When I was in kindergarten, my neighbor, who was several years older than me, said that bologna was made from puppy tongues, and that was why it's cold and wet. I asked my parents about it when I got home, but I never did like bologna again, even after finding out that it wasn't really made from puppy tongues.
when i was six my cousin told me the reason that courgettes were gooey and greeny was because they were the ear wax of WHALES!! they loooked icky and i believed him.....to this day i cannot bring myself to eat a courgette.
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.
One day my sisters bought some Ben & Jerry's "Chunky Monkey" icecream. To keep me from eating it, they told me the chunks in the icecream were real monkey chunks. I still have a fear of monkeys.
when i was a little girl my dad told me corn in a can was old people's teeth that had fallen out. i still can't eat corn.
when i was younger i hated refried beans because once i asked my mom why they were called REFRIED beans and for fun she told me that "the poor people in africa got paid 5 cents an hour to chew uop fried beans and spit them into ap pan so they can be refried" and i was so repulsed i didn't eat them again until i was 14.
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.
I used to believe that drinking cups of viniger would make you grow big and strong
I use to think that alka seltzer tablets were instant 7UP soda until one day I tested my belief.
My brother had told me when I was little that lima beans were really small kidneys from small people. Whenever my mom served them, I would pick them out and line them up along the edge of my plate.
because my dad didn't want to share his oysters with us, he told my sister and i if we ate them they would crawl back up our throats and out our mouths when we went to sleep. we didn't eat oysters for years
in first grade i used to come home and make ketchup sandwiches (two pieces of bread and nothing but ketchup) to have for a afternoon snack cause i was convinced that it was brain food...
I used to believe that those baby chicken wings you can buy were actually a piece of a kid's hand- in particular the from the thumb to where your wrist starts...nice hey?
I thought that eating chicken gave me muscles (chicken and muscles sound the same in Mandarin).
A friend of mine brought her own lunch food to school. At the time, I ordered from the cafeteria and had heard all sorts of stories about bugs and maggots in food, so I usually tried to get my friend to share her food with me, to save me from having to eat aliens-disguised-as-chicken or what-not.
In reply, she told me that whatever fruits she had were 'from the tree of knowledge' and bad things would happen to those who ate them without permission. I had heard similar stories from my church-going relatives and believed her.
For quite awhile I wouldn't eat dried fruit, and I refused to believe that the real Biblical fruit was apples, which I loved at the time.
I also believed the bread in her sandwhiches was made with woodchips.
When I was younger, I thought my brother kept eating my dirty socks, and that's why his feet smelled.
I used to believe, thanks to my older sister, that spaghetti was worms with their blood drained out, to make the sauce. For years I wouldn’t eat spaghetti, and even now I don’t like tomato sauce.
my dads brother told him that the top part of a boiled egg that you cut of was poisonous and wouldnt eat it for years.
I was a little Catholic girl, and I used to believe that deviled ham was chopped up devils.
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