food

My uncle used to warn me about eating strawberries straight from the vine because he said that they were covered with snake spit.

I always wondered why snakes didn't have anything else better to do than go around licking every strawberry in sight. It didn't stop me from eating them, though.

As I child I always waited for the fizz to go down in my soft drinks before drinking them. But one day, in a fit of curiosity and bravery, I decided to drink my Coke sooner--only to find the bubbles never did go down, and the soda tasted funny too. For years I believed having the bubbles get stuck in the glass was the natural consequence of drinking your soda too soon, and was pretty close to adulthood when I realized I'd just gotten a soapy glass that day!

i used to believe that my older cousin always carried these green pink & white candies in her purse & i used to sneek in there & eat a couple of them come to find out years later that they were birth control pills

People blow on hot food to make it a temperature better suited to their mouths. My teeth are sensitive to cold so for a long time I would blow on ice cream before eating it.

I used to believe that red and orange colored candies (i.e. Skittles, M&Ms, Smarties, Gummy Bears) belonged together. The yellow ones were dissatisfied with their green partners, and were always trying to hook up with the oranges. The reds could stand up for themselves, but sometimes the blues would lend a hand.

Accordingly, I never ate orange and yellow candies together. I still don't--it's that hard for me to shake.

I used to believe that there were two tubes in my neck, one for drinks, and one for food, that lead directly to the very seperate substances that are pee and poo. Sometimes if I drank without being careful, I would accidentally breathe in the liquid... I didn't think about a tube for breathing, but I instead believed the drink had gone down the food tube and caused a massive problem.

so I still laugh to this day when I suck a bit of liquid into my trachea and scream... "IT WENT DOWN THE WRONG TUUUUBE!!!"

When I was little, to get me to eat my, siblings told me there were people partying in my stomach. I had to eat food so they could eat and the party could keep going.

After opening a tin of baked beans, and putting them in a pan, I would always leave 3 or 4 in the bottom of the tin thinking that i was helping them to escape a fate worse than being eaten. I would imagine them jostling in the bottom of the tin so that they would be the ones to be left. Im sure i could hear them cheering as i put the tin in the bin!!

This is not one of my beliefs, but I found it amusing to see how many kids beleived that chocolat milk came from "brown" cows because someone older told them so as a joke. My younger sister did the same thing to my kids when they were very young. She wasn't very much older than they were at the time and told them after watching a chocolate milk commercial that chocolate milk came from chocolate cows. It took me quite a long time to convince them otherwise.

When I was about four, I actually believed that the Mrs. Butterworth Syrup bottle would talk to a little kid, just like on TV. Every morning for weeks, I would make my (long-suffering and very tolerant) mom leave the kitchen so I could have a conversation with her. I never could get her to talk to me, of course.

When I was a child my cousin and I would swallow our gum and we were told that it would stay for years and years in our stomach and if we had too much we would die. So, we would eat paper thinking that the gum would stick to the paper and come out the other end.

When I asked my sister why Mountain Dew was yellow she told me it was because it was made with Mountain Goat pee. Oddly enough, this thrilled me, because I liked goats, and I thought that drinking Mountain Dew would give me special powers to climb mountains and join them.

When I was a kid, my grandmother told me that if I swallowed gum it would stick to my insides. From this I got the impression that my abdomen was hollow, sort of like the Tin Man's torso, and that when I swallowed gum it would stick to the inner walls, leaving them blotched like a gum-covered sidewalk. (And no, I don't remember what I thought happened to the food I ate.)

I used to love Chi-chi's when I was younger, and I loved to eat "fried ice cream". My grampa told me that they had in the back special deep friers that were hotter than normal, and that way they could dip the ice cream in really quick and it wouldn't melt, only develop a crunch coating on the outside. And I believed him!

My dad told me that if I ate raw spaghetti noodles they would poke holes in my stomach and everything I ate would come out. My grandmother even confirmed it. Funny, I never had stomach problems until I stopped eating uncooked pasta.

My twin cousins were 4 when a realtive told them milk was bad for them as a result they wouldn't drink it until the day their mom said it wasn't milk it was moo juice.