food

when I was very young - somewhere between preK and 1st grade, I thought EVERTYONE commonly ate lobster for dinner. My Dad bought out the inventory of a Seafood distributor going out of business, so my family ate lobster for dinner at least twice a month for about a year.

If you didn't eat the crust on your bread "Mr Crust" would stand at the foot of you bed and haunt you at night. Another tid bit from my Mother's childhood, past on through the years.

When I was young I thought butter was used to cool food down when it was to hot. Now with a skyrocketing chlosterol count I am aware that temperature control is not butter's primary function.

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.

My father would always tell my little brother and me when we were younger that if we swallowed our gum, we'd get stuck to the toilet seat forever. We'd laugh it off but we both admit to being extra careful in the bathroom afterwards. Not anymore, of course.

I used to believe…

That the frying vats in the fish and chip shop went all the way down dep into the seaq and the fish would be trapped in them and be fried for our dinner and that the little black marks still left in the potato chips were the nibbles left there by the fish beforfe they were caught

When I was young (about 4 or 5) my older brother told me those tiny strawberries that grew wild in our yard were poisonous. When I was thirty one a neighbot offered me some. They were delicious. I'm mad that I missed out all those years. Brothers!

My older brother told me that if I swallowed gum it would stay in my stomach for seven years. Everytime I swallowed a piece I would calculate how old I would be when the gum finally got digested. I did this for years. I finally clued in when I was about twenty.

I could never understand why there was such a thing called "beast stew." I was 12 twelve years old before I finally realized that it was actually called "beef stew."

Once when I was seven years old, I was sitting at the kitchen table, pigging out on kiwi fruit. Mom, who apparently wanted one or two for herself, said, "Sean, you know what those are made from, right?"

With my face stuffed with kiwi fruit, I said, "No, what?"

"They're the eggs of kiwi birds that never quite hatched."

My face must have turned as green as kiwi fruit flesh -- I let her have the rest. I found out some time later she was pulling my leg, but even now, 18 years later, I still haven't eaten kiwi fruit. Trauma, I tell you.

My Mom told me that if I ate the crust of the bread from my lunch sandwich I would get curly hair. My brother had horrendously curly hair and looked like an idiot; therefore to this day I do not eat the crust on the bread.
By the way....I'm bald.....go figure

When I was young my mother told me not to eat fish and drink milk at the same meal. If I did I would die. When I was about 13 I got brave enough to try it and found, of course, that it was not true. I must have, deep down, not really believed it or I wouldn't have tried it. Nobody would deliberately eat something that was going to kill them.

I used to believe that all eggs had chickens in them and that if you cooked them just a little (which the farmer must have done before selling them) the chickens turned into liquid. If you cooked them more, the chickens turned solid as in hard-boiled eggs.

My dad told me that if I drank coffee, my feet would turn black.....I wonder if that had anything to do with me never acquiring a taste for the stuff?

i used to believe that when you eat pumpkin seeds, you will grow a pumpkin vine inyour stomach. I also used to believe that when you eat apple seeds you would grow an apple trre in your stomach.

My mom used to tell me , 'never leave a single cereal on the bowl'. Because they would cry so hard even the whole house could hear them. Not only that, they would cry out my name. Until now, I always finish my cereal, until the last drop.