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(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.
Because my brothers tormented me, I thought that blueberries had worms. They would squeeze the blueberries just right and they would ooze and kinda look like worms were coming out. I refused to eat them and hate them to this day!
I used to eat spinach just like Popeye. I would turn my head to the left so it would go down into my left arm and then to the right. I imagined it going into my arms and making me strong just like him.
I used to believe that all ice cream started out as vanilla...and then flavors were added in to make it chocolate or strawberry, etc. I thought the vanilla had no flavor at all. I could never understand why some people would actually ask for vanilla ice cream!
I used to believe that ketchup was used to make fries colder so they would be easier to eat.
I use to believe that salt would cool food down while pepper would heat your food
I used to believe that spaghetti grew on trees, based on a pasta commercial from the 70s.
When you ordered small fries they were just shorter
I once believed that during Dinosaur Week at daycare, the old ladies fed us actual dinosaur meat in their dinosaur soup; it was actually beef stew.
When I was young, but old enough to make my own lunch, I thought that if I wanted something warm at lunchtime, all I had to do was heat it up in the morning; If I closed the container fast enough, it would still be warm at lunchtime. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for me to figure that wasn't quite how it worked.
I used to believe that the green stuff in fried oysters was spinach, which relates to another Popeye-related belief.
When I was very young, to get me to eat veal, my Mother told me it was chicken without the bone. Of course I believed Her until, at age 21 at my engagement party, I embarrassed myself by letting this gem loose upon a whole room of future relatives.
I used to believe (and still do) hot dogs are made out of the rubber from old tennis shoes and band aids (it gives hot dogs that pinky, flesh color).
i had a classmate in college who believed that organic meat meant that they whited for the the animals to die of nachel carers
I used to believe that when you were hungry, if you took too long to get something to eat, your stomach would start to digest itself. Because of this belief, it used to scare me when my stomach would start to growl, since I thought it was only a matter of time before my stomach started to "eat" itself.