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When i was youger my and i were at Mazzio's and my oldest brother told me that Cowzone ring pizza actually had a cow ring in the middle of the pizza and if you found it you got to keep it. I believed him.
I thought buffalo wings were wings from a buffalo, for years I looked for their wings
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when i was little, i didn't think that anything mattered in cooking except that the mix/batter/dough be the same color/texture as what you were planning on making. My mom had had a really long day and mentioned something about having to make dinner and dessert. I decided (at 7) that i would save her some work and make a cake for dessert. I took a big plastic rubbermaid container and started to fill it with flour, cocoa, chocolate syrup, mustard, baking soda, eggs, coffee, bread, jam, and anything else i could get my hands on. I mixed the whole thing up, put it in the microwave, and four minutes later....BOOM!....it exploded. Needless to say, I did not lessen my mom's workload that night. To this day i'm still finding pieces of my "cake" on the vents inside my microwave.
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My mother got my siblings and I to eat brocilli by saying they were "fairy trees" and thus making them special. However my elementry school was very big on teaching us the importance of saving your environment, so when I'd see huge bowls full of brocilli I'd start crying - thinking that I was aiding the deforestation in the "Fairy World" and causing their rain forests to be destroyed.
My dad used to give me a piece of dry spaghetti to chew on when he was cooking, and once he told me that if i ate it, it would swell up inside my stomach. I asked him how much it would swell and he indicated that it would grow to an inch in diameter. I believed this until i was about 18 and figured that would be impossible!
This might seem kind of odd, but when I was like probably 5, and my dad took me to a padres game (the baseball team) there were these to women sitting infront of us eating cheese. Since both of the women had orangeish colored freckles and the cheese was orange I thought that eating cheese makes you get freckles I stopped eating cheese till I was about 14!!!
I used to believe that the restaurant Wataburger was really spelled and pronounced "Waterburger". That then led me to believe that they used water in the making of their burger patties which made their hamburgers taste really plain. It wasn't until my parents stopped buying me regular hamburgers that I relized my myth wasn't true.
In the U.S., they had these peanut butter commercials. They showed a piece of bread with peanuts all over it, but if you spread a knife over the peanuts, it turns into peanut butter! I was always amazed when I saw this happen on TV!
I thought that cotton candy was made from dryer lint.
I also called macaroni and cheese, black baloney and cheese.
I used to believe that the red thing in the middle of a Greek olive was the pit.
I thought cereal fell from the sky when I was around three!
I dont remeber what cereal it was, but it had commercial where it fell out of the sky if you ate it. So, of course I needed to buy some! I asked my mother to by tons:P I was so upset when nothing fell on my head.
Until I was about 8 or 9, I thought that rice was just chopped up spaghetti. I always wondered why sometimes my mom chopped it up and sometimes she didn't.
i asked my dad why we had to wait for food to arrive in a restaurant, and he said it was because you had to 'catch the chips first' etc... i belived him. haha
I used to think that when you went to a party and were supposed to bring a "dish to pass" you were not allowed to enter unless you had a dish. I thought that it was quite silly, but I never questioned it. It wasnt until I was much older that I realized that all it meant was you were supposed to bring food to share.
When I was about four of five, I used to eat rice crispies in front of the TV. Then came the day that I asked my dad what the snaps and crackles were when I poured the milk in. He said that they were snaps, crackles and pops. I then remembered that Snap, Crackle and Pop were the names of the elves on the cereal box. That gave me the idea that they were living in my cereal. I didn't eat rice crispies again for a while.
I didn't know until I was in 7th grade that meat came from animals. I thought it was made at the grocery store and the fact that the different types were named after animals was just clever. I did, however, know that we ate fish and seafood. This belief was also perpetuated when my older brother told me in 4th grade what hotdogs were made out of. I was so disgusted I asked my mother to confirm, and she said that he was wrong.
I used to believe that there was a brand of cake mix called "scratch" because my mom used to tell me she made her cakes from scratch. I always thought there were cake mix boxes with a "scratch" label, like Betty Crocker.
when i was little i used to believe that when you poured ketchup on fries they had dies because i thought it was blood.
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When I was growing up my oldest brother played the largest role in raising me. He had a lot of rules about food (don't drink my orange juice, for example). Processed cheese singles were "Blake's Cheese". I thought they were called "Blake's Cheese" for most of my life. One day when I was about 16 a friend asked me what on earth was "Blake's Cheese" and I learned that I was the only person on earth who called them that.
I still call them Blake's Cheese in my head.
When I was younger, I ate a lot of cheese doodles. I believed that every bag was a family of cheese doodles, and I would eat as many as possible to try and keep the "family" together. There was always this random image of my mind of a cheese doodle family, fully clothed and with hair, sitting in the waiting room that was my stomach. When it was time to be digested, the jumped through this little tube thing and came out the other end.
I still have a vision of this cheese doodle in a dress with big black hair, reading a news paper while hanging out in my stomach.
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