food

I believed that if I ate watermelon seeds, watermelons would grow in my stomach and squeeze their way out of my belly button, so I tried inserting the seeds directly into my belly button instead of swallowing them. To my great disappointment I never grew any watermelons :(

When I was about 7 years old, my family was having a spaghetti dinner. I was noisily slurping my spaghetti in my mouth when my dad stopped eating and put down his fork. He looked at me with a serious look on his face and asked me if I had a license to slurp my spaghetti. I timidly told him no. He told me that if I didn't stop right away that the food police would come arrest me. I never slurped spaghetti again!

When I was about 5, I went to my father's office in downtown Pittsbugh, Pennsylvania one Saturday. It was my first trip to the city and I was really impressed by all the barge traffic on the 3 rivers. When I asked my dad what was in all those barges he said, "Applesauce. Pittsburgh makes applesauce for the whole country." I beleived that for years. I might still believe it.

When I was little I used to believe that salt and pepper had a specific purpose: Salt cooled the food down and pepper took the "smoke" (steam) away!

I believed if you ate a pip out of an aplle a aplle tree grew inside you!

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When I was 5 or 6 my grandparents had some friend of theirs drop in during the afternoon. He was stumbling around the kitchen and fell into the frying pan, and my grandparents told me he was blind and couldn't see. Years later I asked my gramma who that blind guy was. She figured out a while later this was some neighbour who had gotten really drunk and been kicked out of his house by his wife. They told me he was blind so I wouldn't know he was so drunk. I never even guessed.

I used to believe that beef was buffalo meat. I didn't know it was cow. I found out in the tenth grade when my best friend said something about it. I was too embarassed to ask her more so I looked it up in the dictionary. Sure enough, beef is cow, not buffalo.

When I was little I loved to finish the last of the dill pickles & then I'd drink the pickle juice from the jar. My Mom caught me every time & would pull it away & lecture me on how the juice would make my blood dry up inside me. I always believed that theory. I still tease her about it today now that I'm 32.

In 1957 I was 7 years old. I remember seeing a bottle of Heinz 57 sauce and was certain the year was part of the product's name. When Janaury, 1958 rolled around, I was positive that the bottles would say Heinz 58 - when they weren't changed I was VERY disappointed!

when i was young my grandfather told me if i planted some jellybeans i had gotten for easter, they would grow
well i did and the next time we came over to visit there was a little plant with jelly beans hanging off of it
we even took a picture
a few years ago he told me how he had pulled this off, by sewing jelly beans to a tomato plant
i sure thought it was real

When I was about five years old, I accidentally swallowed a watermellon seed and my step-father told me that it would grow in my belly. I started crying hysterically because I thought I was going to get fat and blow up.

i used to believe that everything in the world got lonelyif it wasn't paired up with something else. you always need to buy 2 or even 3 of each kind of grocery so they wouldn't get lonely after you cooked one. i am still hesitant to only buy one of an item.

I used to think that all the products that had that little R on them you know like a box of cereal with that little R near the logo (it meant restricted) well I used to think there was a movie about "Rice Krispies" or "Fruit by the Foot" and that movie was rated R.

When I was little, I believed that mushrooms were actually the ears of little tiny miniature elephants that were about two or three inches tall. Yes, this sounds silly, but bear in mind that at the TIME, I'd only ever seen cooked, sliced mushrooms, and they looked elephant-ish to me, so I put two and two together, lol.

I used to believe that when my mom would dump the pasta out in the strainer in the sink she was just dumping it in the sink (I wasn't tall enough to see into the sink at that time). Then I woule wonder how she got it back out to put on the table and I wouldn't eat it because it was in the sink.

In order to steal a bite of whatever I was eating, my dad used to tell me that he had to check and make sure my food wasn't poisoned. But if it was poisoned, my dad would die! I was so scared every time!