food

I used to believe…

One day when I was about 6 my older brother, 11 at the time, saw me eating an orange and noticed I was eating some of the smaller, softer seeds that were in the orange.
He told me a story about our cousin that had been eating oranges like that and had to be rushed to the hospital when they discovered an orange blossom in his ear!
For a while after that I could not eat oranges until my mom started buy naval oranges. And I spread the story until someone at school pointed out my foolery!

I used to believe…

When I was little I thought pastrami came from the middle hump of a 3-humped animal similar to the Andean alpaca or llama. This was because my father made up the story when we were eating deli sandwiches -- and I believed him!

I used to believe…

My Grandfather told me that to make beer the companies poured it in a huge open-air vat and waited until the devil came and jumped through it. Then they bottled it and sold it. Guess what I still don't drink!

I used to see the commercials for Juicy Fruit gum that advertised "the taste will really move you." Finally I convinced my mom to buy this gum for me and as I stood completely still in the kitchen, I popped in a piece of gum, and waited for the gum to move me. Needless to say, I was standing still awhile.

I used to believe…

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

I used to believe that french fries were made of bread rather than potatoes. I hated all kinds of potatoes growing up and would actually complain about steak fries tasting 'too much like potatoes.' I didn't figure it out until 4th grade when my babysitter told me her brother had made fries out of mashed up bread and how gross that seemed...to which I said "well what are they made of?"...

I used to believe…

When I was 4, with a new baby brother, I was told the baby drank milk when breast-feed. I assumed and believed for years that there were two because one was chocolate milk.

I used to believe…

When I was a child, my parents used to tell us that if dropped bread or toast landed butter side down, it was lucky! It wasn't until I was a parent myself that I realized this was simply a technique to avoid wasting food.

I used to believe…

when I was little, my mom told us that the ends of the loaf of bread (you know the ones with all the crust) were good luck so we wouldn't complain about eating them. i believe that till i was about twenty.

I used to believe…

In upstate New York the farmers wrap huge bales of hay in white plastic so it won't get wet out in the field. I tell my kids they are giant marshmellows on a marshmellow farm. My daughter is 6 and she is just starting to question this.

I used to believe…

Up until 5th grade I thought that Root Beer was really beer. It made sense to me. My parents never ordered it at restaurants so I figured that it was so they didn't set a bad example.

Now that I know the truth-I love root beer

I used to believe…

Once in kindergarten we watched a lame brained tv show, and it was talking about berries, the guy said "There's all kinds of berries! Blueberries,blackberries,raspberries,boysenberries..." When he said "Boysenberries" I heard it as "Poison-Berries" like the kind in my backyard. I kept wondering who in the right mind would in poison berries.

I used to believe…

Whenever my mom would take me to a fast food joint, I'd always want her to order me large, or extra large fries if they had them, because I believed I got longer fries if I got a larger size. I even complained once that 'these aren't large fries' because they were too short.

I used to believe…

My dad was explaining to my sister and I that dairy cows produce milk after they have had a calf. My mother said "No they don't. The just start producing milk when they get older". My father asked her "Did you start producing milk before you had babies?. Poor mom was so embarrased.

I used to believe…

When I was younger my dad's friend came over for dinner and when preparing my plate i was given onions. My dad's friend seemed amazed that I liked onions and said to me, "A girl that likes onions will probably grow hair on her chest!" Unaware that he was simply surprised that I liked onions I actually began checking for hairs for a while after he had told me...

I believed mustard was a mineral, like salt. On a preschool field trip, one of the parents was talking about a mustard plant. I was very insulted that he thought I would be dopey enough to believe in that. And he wouldn't give in! Yeah, right--and candy canes sprout out of the ground.