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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.
My mom is full Chinese, so growing up in an Asian household, I used to believe that rice always came from a rice cooker. I was shocked when I ate dinner at a friend's house, and their rice was cooked in a pot on the stove.
When I was 5 my parents told me soy sauce came from kids in china squeezing grass hopper blood into the bottles .... I believed it well into my teens where I argued with a friend about how I was right!! Later googled it ... They lied! Also found out cotton candy is not made of spider webs!
I used to think that animals used to grow meat that could be cut from them without killing them, just like you pick an apple from a tree without seriously harming it.
I used to think spinach did make people strong.
When I was a little girl, I asked my dad what the little things in tapioca pudding were. He told me they were fish eyeballs. I was in college before I knew that tapioca was not fish flavored.
my dad used to tell me that if I ate in bed that ants would come out at night and eat my eyeballs!
When I was younger my favorite food was fish sticks. Before I knew the anatomy of any living thing or even knew how to spell my own name I knew these tasty treats as fish dicks. I was never corrected growing up because when I said fish dicks it sounded almost the exact same as fish sticks. It wasn't until my mid to late teens until I realized I was saying it wrong. I actually remember looking in my moms freezer one day and thinking "oh my mom bought fish sticks... It must be the off brand!" Needless to say I do not care for fish STICKS as an adult :)
When I was younger my favourite meal was Haggis and Rice :O) too avoid making it more than once a month my father told me it was an elusive animal with three legs that lived in Scotland and only when he went hunting with Uncle John did they manage to catch one :O)
I used to believe that french fries were stuffed with mashed potatoes... but I could never figure out how they got in there.
When I was very young, I used to believe that salt and sugar were opposites. Once, (maybe more than once), I ate enough sugar to get sick. So I tried to then eat salt as an antidote. It didn't work as well as I anticipated.
When I was little I thought I was the only one in the world that ate breakfast. So one day at my pre-school I was talking to one of my about how I had a waffle for breakfast. He replied "I did too!" and I didn't believe him.
When I was little, I remember eating a type of after-dinner mint that had the name "hospitality mint" printed on the wrapper. I thought that the word "hospitality" meant "hospital" and so I was nervous about eating the mints because I thought they had medicine in them!