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When I was little, I thought that ants were chocolate sprinkles with legs. I would eat them out of their little holes.I finally learned that they were insects by buying myself chocolate covered ants in a museum and my parents went ewww!
I've been eating poppyseed danishes ever since I was little, and my father used to joke that I was eating a pastry full of ants. I believed him, so whenever someone asked me what I was eating, I declared, "Ants!" I thought I was really brave and cool for eating them.
I had my sister convinced that SPAM meant 'Squashed Pig and Moggy'. She refused to eat spam for a good 5 years claiming that it contained cat. Curiously, she never told my parents the reason why she refused to eat it.
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.
Naive child that I was, my mother convinced me that liverwurst was made from apples to get me to eat it (apples - yum; liver - yuck). She teased me for years about fooling me into eating it and I still don't fully trust her anymore... oh well.
at some point when I was a kid I looked at a box of cereal and read that it had 454 "germs" instead of grams. I wouldn't eat cereal for a while after that, because I thought I'd get sick.
When I was about five, my sister had a can of Mountain Dew. I tried to sneak a drink, and when she caught me, she told me that it had pieces of lasagna in it. As a kid, I hated lasagna and from that day on, I never drank Mountain Dew again. I was well into my young teen years before realizing Mountain Dew was not actually made from lasagna (and still don't drink it to this day, thirty years later)!
For as long as I can remember I have not liked onions. Since my daddy did he would always try to sneak them into my food. One day, I was about five, he made chicken and fried potatoes for me and mom. When I asked him if there were onions in it he looked me dead in the eye and said "eat 'em, they'll put hair on your butt". For the next few years of my life I checked my backside every night before bed just in case I accidentally ingested a piece of onion. To this day I wont even touch them. I am 23.
i use to beleive that horseraddish came from horses shoes
I went to a restaurant one time and was amazed to find that there was a thing called sweetbread. I honestly thought "Wow, there is sugar in bread!" , but it came to my disappointment when it was actually intestines from a cow, I believe. I blame the french for this.
When I was young my mother used to put hot sause in our mouths if we talked back. My sister thaught that if she put the hot sause in the frigde it wouldn't be "hot" anymore, she shortly found out that that thought was incorrect
When I was really little my cousin told me that tapioca pudding was made from fish eggs. I believed it till like age 15 when I went to Brazil and they showed us the plant the tapioca pudding came from.
that the chinese dish Hunan beef was really made from humans. To this day, I have never ordered it.
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 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.
My great-grandfather firmly believed, and had me convinced, that SPAM was mouse meat.
I used to believe that tapioca was made from boiled used kleenex.
i used to believe that the last bite of any banana wasn't good to eat. even as an adult i always threw the last bite away. someone asked me why and i confessed i had no idea why...i just had always thrown away the last bite. it wasn't until i was iun my late twenties that, while thumbing through the encyclopedia, i came across a diagram of a banana. it was split into its constituent parts...80% water, 15% something else and the last bite (5%) was ash. i realized this was the root of my belief since childhood. (even knowing this i still have a tough time eating that last bite)
I watched a show when I was little about sponges and how dirty they were. So I would never eat "sponge cake" and I still wont to this day!!!
I once worked with a man, who though he was in his late '30's still lived with his mother. One day at lunch he completely flipped out. He had found a spot of mold on the bread of his sandwich, and thought it was a lethal poison. He had never seen moldy bread before, and thought someone was trying to kill him. We calmed him down eventually, but we were a little traumatized, too. We thought he was a little weird before, but the 'mold incident' really blew our minds.
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