food: general

When I was a kid, one of my friends dropped some food, picked it up, dusted it off and said, "You have to eat your peck of dirt before you die." For yeaers after, I believed that there was some counter "up there" somewhere that tallied all of the dirt that you ate, so I became quite careful about any dirt on food.

As a kid, I would watch old classic cartoons every day after I got home from school (quite old ones). I was a rather big fan of Popeye. I saw that by eating spinach, he got big and strong, and I (despite being a girl) wanted to be big and strong like Popeye too. So I asked my parents to buy and cook some spinach.

Not only did it taste bland, but I was quite annoyed when no matter how much I ate, I didn't grow huge muscles. But if at first you don't succeed... well, I ended up trying again a few more nights, and finally gave up after no results. Dammit.

I used to believe that the cracker barrel cheese my mother liked was made with crushed crackers in it.
A way of using up crackers that were broken in manufacturing.

I used to believe that green apples were unripened red apples and for years I would never eat green apples. They had as much appeal to me as green tomatoes.

I used to believe that all cocktails contained either shrimp or crab, because of my mother making such cocktails for my dad. The meat was served in a stemmed dish, topped with cocktail sauce and eaten with a little fork. So seeing restaurants advertising "cocktails" this is what came to mind.

I wasn't very young when in a conversation with many people older than I. We were talking about different vegetables when someone mentioned okra. I said, "isn't okra a fish?"

I thought that okra, a long, stalkey vegetable was an asian-like cod type of fish.

haha.

Until I was 23 I used to think the ginger put with sushi was a side of ham.

My grandfather got the kids to eat all the spotted bananas with brown spots by telling us that's where honey came from. That brown oozy spot is pure honey! We'd snap up the "Honey Bananas" and leave the hard yellow ones for them.

When i was a wee little one, i hated peas, so my mother told me that peas were good for your toes. Well, my mother has pretty feet [petite and her toes are perfectly sized and shaped] so i figured she knew what she was talking about. It wasn't until i spotted an old ladies feet [veiny, cracked, with long yellow nails] and diagnosed her. She was pretty upset, and my mom was pretty embarassed. Oh well, I still eat my peas; good for the toes ya know.

I used to beleive that if i was eating cheerios or any other kind of cereal that I couldn't leave just one floating in the milk. If there were two or three left I had to scoop them all into my spoon, i thought the last cheerio would be lonely going into my stomach all by himself. To this day, that is still how I eat my cereal (I'm 22)

My favorite food when I was little was grilled cheese sandwiches 'cause I thought they were called 'Girl Cheese Sandwiches' and only girls could eat them.

I had a co-worker who had a very young son. She, her husband, daughter and son had gone out to dinner one night.

The waiter asked everyone what type of dressing they wanted on their salads.

They all said they wanted the "House" dressing.

When the salads came to the table, her son was disgusted.

He said "This is not the kind of dressing we have at the house"!

For the first part of my life (from childhood till age 25 or so) I never liked fruit, I found it was alwasy tasteless and hard.

What I found out after I got married was that my Mom would only buy the most unrippened fruit available and she would throw it out before it even got ripe.

I did not know how delisious ripe fruit was until I got married and tried some fruit my wife was eating.

When I was very young, my parents started teaching me to share.

When it was meal time, one of them would always ask "Would you share a bit of your food with me"?

I would happily share a bite, and they would say
"That was the best bite"!

That made me so angry, because I thought they literally meant, that I gave them the best bite of food off of my plate! If it was my food, I wanted the best bite!

When I was a child, my father told me Kentucky Fried Chicken would keep the chickens in the revolving bucket. It made sense: there was a large hatch under the bucket that -- obvious to me at age 5 -- was used to retreive the birds. Why did the bucket spin? So it would make the chickens dizzy and easy to catch if they tried to escape.

When i was young, whenever i would eat rare steak, i thought that the juice was blood from the cow it had come from...it would scare the shit outta me, and i wouldnt eat it...