food

When I was about six or seven years old, my nanny told me that if I took a shower right after eating, my food in my stomach would turn into popcorn and explode! Of course I was skeptical about the exploding bit, but I still never shower after eating!

When I was little, I hated spitting the seeds out from watermelon, so I just ate them. My mom once informed me that watermelon would grow in my stomach. When she was pregnant with my brother, I saw the sonogram and looked at her and said "Mom, you're not supposed to eat the seeds, remember? Now you have a watermelon in your tummy!"

i used to love eating the hard toffees in quality street until my sisters told me that they were made of old ladies wee, i still carn't bring myself to eat them this day.

When I was a kid, we always used to have those Hershey Miniature candies in our house, you know...

Mr Goodbar
Krackel
Regular Milk Chocolate
Special Dark

However, since my mother used to tell me that mentally challenged or handicapped children were "special" my brother and I would save all of the Special Dark chocolates for them.

I'm not a very hairy person, and when I was 17 a friend told me that if I rubbed raw garlics on my face, it would help me grow a thick, strong beard and moustache.

And there I was, with my face all red and swollen, and smelling for a couple days, and of course, no beard and moustache.

I used to believe that if you put pumpkin seeds in the oven the results would be pumpkin pie. When I shared this with the neighbor children their mother was quick to correct me after she had cleaned out an oven full of pumpkin seeds.

I thought the 70's spoof "Attack of the Killer Tomatoes" was actually scary. I was terrified of tomatoes for years, and even more terrified of one coming out of the kitchen sink drain because of the initial scene in the movie.

I was told and continue to tell my kids that if they eat raw cookie dough they will get worms in their stomach.

My Grandfather always told me if I swallowed a "seed"- For instance a cherry seed; then a cherry tree would grow in my stomach. I guess this was his clever attempt to stop me from swallowing such things we aren't supposed to.

My Mom would yell if I left the milk out because when it got "warm" it would go bad. I used to wonder why the milk in my tummy didn't go bad, since I was much warmer than the refrigerator!

My mother and I used to pass a bakery that had meringue treats made to look exactly like mice in the window. The first couple of times she bought me one, but then decided we should both go on a diet. Until we moved away years later, every time we passed the shop and I asked for one she would tell me that they had maggots in them. I believed this until I was in my twenties.

I had a friend whose parents worked for the school district. His father was a bus driver and his mother was a cafeteria worker. His dad sat at the entrance to the cafeteria as we walked in almost daily. On the days that we had some sort of gray toned meat, he would tell us that he ran over an armadillo that morning and that it was being served for lunch. For some strange reason, we ate it..

One day while riding the school bus to a field trip through a rural area, one of the kids saw a cow peeing. We told him that is where the milk came out also (he was a city kid). I never saw him drink milk again (at least in elementary school).

when i was little my mother used to tell my that egg noodles were called frog noodles because kermit the frog ate them, because i was in love with kermit the form

When I was a little girl, my father told me that cows stood in water on hot days to keept the milk in their udders from curdling, which could lead to painful milking. I believed this until the age of 24 when, traveling down a highway with my future husband I informed him about this little piece of trivia. He straightened me out. When I told my father about what happened, he said it had been a joke and he couldn't believe I had bought it all these years!

A friend told me that his mother put turpentine in her baklava pastries(perhaps to keep me from eating them all?) and if I ate 3, the total amount of turpentine would kill me. I wasn't 100% convinced, so I only ate 2 1/2 of them. I still love baklava, but I won't eat 3 in a sitting for caloric reasons.