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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.
When I was little my dad told me that grasshopper cookies were really made of grasshoppers so I would NEVER touch his cookies.
When I was little, my older sister was telling me how meat came from different animals. She told me that hamburger (what I was eating at the time) came from cows, and bacon (which I had for breakfast) came from pigs. She then told me how they get the meat out of the animal, the animal poops it out. I sure got some weird looks at lunch my first day at school. Thanks, sis. Thanks :p
When I was little my grandmother gave me slices of swiss cheese and ask me to save her the holes. I carefully ate around each hole leaving a rim and handed her back a plate of holes as she had requested.
I used to believe that when you baked "from scratch" it meant you put the baking pan on the kitchen table and then took a fork and 'scratched' the bottom of the pan and the ingredients would emerge FROM the bottom of the pan, and then you would take a spoon and start mixing them around.
I know where that idea came from. I went to Catholic school and as a first grader my entire class went to see the film "The Ten Commandments" and in one scene Charlton Heston (Moses) took a big stick, scratched a rock and water came pouring forth. That had a bit impression on me.
Next time you see that movie I'll bet you think about how that looked to at least one six-year-old.
(Not my story) As a child, my mother told me the last bite of food on my plate was the "special bite." This was a clever trick (which worked) and got me to finish my food almost everytime!
As a kid I used to think the free "continental breakfast" offered at hotels was supposed to be a really big fancy breakfast, because "Continental" was the name of a big fancy car at the time.
I used to believe that when you pulled up to the box at the fast food window (where the food choices are listed) that inside the box sat a little person taht took everyones order.
I used to believe that the reason carrot cake was called carrot cake was because there where carrots that where frosted on the cake. when I found out that there was actually carrots in it, I refused to eat it for a while.
Up until about 4 years ago, I thought that hens only gave UNfertilized eggs to the farmers and kept the other ones to be hatched into little chicks. Therefore, when I was eating the eggs from the grocery store, I was not technically eating a potential "baby chicken". I felt pretty stupid when I was arguing with a friend about it one day....then it hit me--my dad is a big fat liar.
P.S. I am 30 years old.
I don't competely remember how the conversation went but at the dinner table with my husband's family we were talking about pickles. I must have said that I didn't know where pickles came from. I had seriously never thought about it before. They looked at me in wonder and I said something along the lines of, "don't they grow on trees?" Oh the laughter. I was about 22 at the time. I still get teased today.