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When I was a child, for whatever reason, my parents told me that it was the city law to eat meatloaf for dinner every Friday. So I continually believed this until I was 12.
i used to believe that meat loaf was made of buffalo meat
When I was little, I believed making things "out of scratch" (such as baked goods) meant you thought really hard about what you wanted and scratched the air and it would appear after awhile. I tried it a couple times too.
I used to believe that limes were baby lemons. I would pick the little "limes" off of the lemon tree for food. I was 21 when I found out that they were not the same fruit.
i used to think that the round bails in fields that get wrapped in the white plastic were marshmellows and that they were growing there.
I used to love chocolate ricies, my nanny at the time told me that if i ate them i would get brown skin, so i never ate them again.
I used to believe that in the middle of string cheese there was an actual string and I didn't want to eat it. One day I pulled it all apart without eating it. When I didn't find a string I asked my parents where it was and why I couldn't find it.
I used to believe that scones were cone-shaped because the word is sCONES.
I used to think croutons were hard chicken.
When 5 years old we had a toaster which had a dial with a light brown to dark brown guide around the knobs to change how long it toasted for. I thought this was an accurate guide to the colour the toast would be, so I carefully adjusted the dial and toasted it only to find burnt toast. I would then put the same toast back in and change the dial to lighter thinking the toast would become whiter.
I repeated this process until the toaster caught fire.
My mom used to cook whole, shelled shrimp (heads and all) in soups and stuff. And I always thought their eyeballs were what made peppercorns.
I thought broccoli came from the tops of carrots because that's what bugs bunny's carrots looked like.
When I was little I used to believe that food and water would go to separate stomachs because people would always cough and say "went down the wrong pipe" whenever they kinda choke out their food.
I was ten before my parents were able to convince me that the restaurants did not, in fact, take the food that people did not finish and serve it to other patrons. Why the hell were all the old people pointing at the bread basket and saying "See? That's how they get ya! They get ya to fill up on bread so you can't finish ya meal!" What was I supposed to think they were doing with unfinished food?
I used to believe that spagetti grew on trees... coz my mum brought plants back in a box that said spagetti on it...
I used to believe tiger tail ice cream was made of real tigers, and would never eat it because of that.
When I was little, I thought chocolate mousse, was chocolate mouse. I remember the first time I ordered it I told my mom I wanted the head, because I didn't think mouse tail would taste good even when covered in chocolate.
You know the egg carton that had a picture of a elephant on it? Well, I never eat those eggs when I was 8. I used to believe that elephants laid those eggs
I used to think that the chocolate/vanilla/strawberry mix ice cream was called Napoleon (instead of neopolitan) and couldn't understand why a French emperor got an ice cream flavor named after him.
I used to believe that pepper created actual heat.
so one day when I didn't want to go to school, I ate about 2 tablespoons of pure ground black pepper, and told my mom I was sick and to take my temperature.
She told me as red as my face was, my temperature was fine.