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When I was little I thought pancakes were pan-a-cakes because of the pat-a-cake game my mom played with me. (I thought she was saying "pan-a-cake,pan-a-cake, baker's man) I loved pancakes and asked for them all the time calling them "pan-a-cakes". Then when I was about five my grandmother told me they were really called "pancakes" and that sounded so wrong! It took years before it began to sound okay to just say "pancake".
once when i was babysitting, i had to go to the grocery store, so i had to bring the kid along with me, while we were there, he desperately wanted a coconut, i bought him one, and when i asked him what he was going to do with the coconut, he shook it (hearing the milk inside) and then said " i'm going to to home and plant it, and i won't even have to water it because it already produces it own water"
i work at a school and a little girl there really enjoys playing in the sandbox on the playground, well she had decided to make me pretend food out of the sand, and then she decided she wanted me to make her something, so i told her i would make her an ice cream sundae, then with true concern, she said "STOP, you can't, its not Sunday! make me an ice cream Monday!"
when i was about 3-4 years old my mam told me that if i wouldn't be thankfull for having food to eat,my food would,suddenly disappear from my plate...so from this time i started yelling :THANKS!"every time i left the kitchen..
somehow,i still say thanks till now everytime i left anyone's kitchen...i am 18 years old!
This belief has to do with my kids and my sister. My kids always loved eating tortilla shells by themselves. When they were very small, they were each eating one while my sister was visiting. I made a sarcastic remark to my sister and she commented back to me "Oh, go hug a bear." (She was making a polite remark to me because my kids were in the room. One day the kids came to me and asked me for a "hugabear." I had no idea what they were talking about. After I had them show me what they were talking about, I realized the connection they had made that day. For years after that, I just let them call tortilla shells hugabears.
That Boar's Head mear was made from the head of a boar.
I used to think aurderves were a type of vegetable.
My grandfather told me the round green fruit in canned fruit cocktail were "geezleberries." For years, I only had a mild curiosity as to why I never saw any raw (i.e. not canned) geezleberries, and my family always jokingly referred to canned grapes as "geezleberries", ha ha ha. Only I wasn't in on the joke. I was well into my twenties when my younger sister perceived that I really thought they were called geezleberries and convinced me (with some difficulty) that they were grapes.
When my brother was little, he was very picky with what he would eat- only fruits and vegetables. He considered himself a "Fruititarian." We convinced him that chicken grew on a tree and was a fruit so that he would eat. He believed that for years.
I used to think that if you ate the membrane of a pomegranate it would make you really brainy
when i was a kid i thought meat grows from trees..
(i didn't knw about dying or killing animals)
when i was little my sister and her friends would say that tiny sausages like frankfurts were made of little boys willies
I used to think bread grew on trees and people just cut it up and sold it.
parents are always telling you not to waste food, because he poor people don't get any, you're so lucky etc. well, logically, as a kid, i thot that was pretty dumb; i mean, the more food we throw away, the more "poor people" get to eat from the dustbins, right? lol.
When I was a kid, I used to believe that ever kernel of corn I ate gave me one more year of life.
I still pile the corn high on my plate to this day.
i used to associate the word appetite with apples, if you ate apples, you had an appetite.
When I was little, I always thought that there was someone behind the McDonald's menu sign in the drivethrough talking through the intercom where you place your order. My mother was curious when she saw me looking for the man out the window as we pulled out.
Whenever I got ice cream,( I was about 4) I would always order the "soft" ice cream because I thought the "hard" ice cream was actually hard and it would hurt my teeth if I tried to bite into it.
It never ocurred to me in my childhood that vanilla and white chocolate are completely different flavors. After all, they're both white...
I used to believe that tripe was a kind of fish. Growing up in New England my mother prepared pickled tripe regularly. One day in a restaurant with my parents and a young friend I ordered pickled tripe. My buddy asked what it was and I explained that it was like a trout and that the swam upstream to spawn.
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