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I never had a problem with green beans until I saw a Jolly Green Giant can. After that, I thought it was grass in a can. I didn't eat it for years, and now I still don't like them, even though I know it's not grass.
I used to believe that waffles were made by tiny elves scooping holes out of pancakes. I also thought that's where doughnut holes came from.
I used to think that the author, Steven Kellogg, who wrote children's books such as "'Pecos Bill", "Jimmy's Boa", and "Applelard and Liverwurst", was in any way related to a certain cereal company of the same name. This also lead me to believe that, maybe, if you bought one of his books, it would come with a coupon for a free box cereal.
i believed that whatever part Of chicken you ate, that that's where it went in your body. like, wings went to your arms and thighs to your legs. i must have had a lot of chicken breasts!
I used to believe that when I drew on the placemats at restaurants they would keep them and hang them up in their kitchens.
I was crushed when I saw a waitress crumple my beautiful drawing up and throw it away as i was leaving....
I used to think that I was the only one in the world who put ranch dressing on chicken, and that I invented the trend of Mexican restaurants putting cheese on the side dish of beans.
As a 6 year old, my siblings and I would watch the foghorn leghorn cartoons.I used to love them so much.One day at dinner, we were eating chicken.My sister asked what chicken it was.then out of nowhere my older brother exclamied, We are eating foghorn leghorn.I screamed and started crying.I never wanted to eat my favorite cartoon character, so I didnt eat chicken for a while. 16 years later, I STILL wont eat chicken!
When I was little, I was convinced that when ice melted in a full glass of water, it would overflow!
When I was about 8, my father returned home (New York) from his childhood home (South Carolina) with some meat. He said it was the best ever. It looked strange to me, so I asked him what kind it was. Knowing me to be a finnecky eater, he told me it was beef and he would make stew with it. He made his stew and as I was chewing on my heeping spoonful, he looked at me with this wry smile and says "so... how do you like that deer?". I immediately spat it out all over him and began to scream and cry "THAT'S BAMBI!!!! I ATE BAMBI!!!" I truly believed my father hunted the cartoon deer down and fed it to me for dinner. Just looking at the VHS case we owned made me cry until I was about 10
I used to think that Ice Cream Sundae's you could only buy and eat on Sundays.
I use to think that muffins were just giant mushrooms and I would ask why my dad he put butter on a mushroom every morning.
I used to believe that if I ate vegetables, I would have a big power like Popeye. So I ate many vegetables, but I didn't get super powers.
I used to believe that if I ate pumpkin, I would change into Cindrella. So I was always ate pumpkin.
I used to believe that grilled cheese sandwiches were "girl" cheese sandwiches. So that's what I always called them.
I used to think that if you crushed unsugared corn flakes really good. That eventually it would turn into ground beef. That belief stemmed when I saw my dad make meatloaf when I younger.
Because cereal couldn't possibly be an ingredient to dinner.
My brothers and I used to believe that grated parmesan cheese was "cooler off'er" and when we sprinkled it on our hot spaghetti it would make it cool enough for it to eat. We still call it "cooler off'er" instead of cheese.
I used to believe that Jello Shots were something that came out of a gun somehow.
When I was little I was told I had to wipe up well with my napkin after every meal or the buggies would eat me. I few years later I was stung by a bee while eating a hot dog. After that I wiped up after every bite.
When I was little, I was CONVINCED that old people with green liver spots had gotten them from touching moldy bread or food. Every time I saw mold, I bolted. If I pulled a slice of molded bread from the loaf, I would throw it and RUN out of the kitchen.
I used to believe that when my mom made pasta, she messed it up every time and had to dump it down the sink and start over, I was always amazed at how fast the second batch took, since we always ate right after she dumped it... I didn't see the colander until I was old enough to see into the sink.