food

I used to believe…

When i was about 6 i used to love weetabix. then an older friend of mine (i think she was 7-but she seemed like a grown up to me) told me that they put ants in it to make it taste nice. i have honestly never touched the stuff since (and im now 19)

I once believed that there was a man in the toaster who "bought" bread and paid for it in toast. I thought the wait was so he could inspect the bread before paying. Once, our toaster broke down and I thought the man stopped buying from us because the bread was in bad condition.

I used to believe…

When I was in 6, I learned that a classmate at school was allergic to some food or another (peanuts, I think) but I didn't know what an allergy was. I asked and was told that "if you're allergic to something it means you can't eat that food."

Well, I HATED stewed squash, so I told everyone that I was allergic to squash because I thought that was what "allergic" meant. People were horrified when they found out that my parents made me eat my squash even though I was"allergic to it." Now I like stewed squash and eat it with no ill effects.

I used to believe…

When I was about 4 years old, my sister told me that the mushrooms that grew in our yard in the summer were poisonous mushrooms that would kill you if you ate them. So, I always imagined someone walking down the sidewalk, taking a bite out of a mushroom, and shooting straight up into the sky to go to heaven.

I used to believe that "Old Dutch" potato chips were called "Old Ouch" because the old-style "D" looked like an "O," and words that have "tch" are pronounced the same as "ch." I never even noticed the T. I believed it until, one day in sixth grade, I was telling my mom something about them, and I said "Old Ouch" and she didn't know what I meant. She still teases me about it sometimes.

I used to (and still do) bite my nails. I also used to really hate the crust on bread - the top part that has a kind of bittery gross flavour. One day my sister and her friend were babysitting me and I refused to eat my crust. My sister's friend told me that the crust had some stuff in it that helped hair and nails grow. I believed her, of course. The crust is different from the bread so I figured they put something on it to make it crustier. I believed it until about 10th grade, when I actually stopped and thought about it, and realised it was a silly idea. I felt pretty stupid.

i beleived that if you swallowed too much gum, it would clog up your stomach and you would starve

I used to believe…

My dad use to tell me that eating the crust will make you be able to whistle. I whole heartedly beleived this until I was in Jr, High!!!!! I still dont like the crust and I still cant whistle.

I used to believe…

Sometimes, when you order pizza, the pizza makers put something in the middle of the pizza that sort of looks like a little table. To this day I have no idea what it's for, but when I was little, I used to believe it was a table for a dollhouse, and was included with the pizza as the meal's free toy!

I used to believe…

When I was littlle my favorite food was Roast Beast! I would order this anytime we went to a restaurant much to the delight of my parents and the wait staff who were always laughing at me. I always imagined roast beast came from a very large purplish animal with a horn. When I finally found out it was "beef" the meal was never quite as exciting again.

I used to believe…

When I was about 4 or 5, my sister said cookie dough was bad for you, so I thought if you had more than 2 or 3 pieces of it, I would die!!!!

I used to believe…

my grandma told me that if i ate all the crust off my bread, then i would have curly hair. my hair was then, and remains to this day, stark straight.

I used to believe that if I ate the crusts on my sandwiches, then my hair would go curly

I used to believe…

When I was young, my mom told me that in order to eat chinese food, you had to use chopsticks. I didn't think this was right, but hey, if mom says it, it has to be right. I tried to learn how t use chopsticks, but I couldn't. I tried to learn every day until my fifth birthday. That night, I woke up at 10:00 to get a glass of water, and my mom was eating sweet and sour chicken with a fork. I cried for 2 hours because my mom lied to me. I never eat chinese food now or else I will break into tears. I miss chinese food, but I don't miss my mom

I used to believe…

when i was six i belived that cows milk was their urine

I used to believe…

My mom used to use a ricer to mash potatoes. The potatoes come out in a thin stream, and I thought that you cut the stream in little pieces and that's how you got rice.