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When I was 6 I used to think that Cream of Mushroom Soup was actually called "Queen of Mushrooms" Soup. When we were grocery shopping one day I warned my parents not to buy it because if they made too much of the soup the Queen of Mushrooms to lose her mushroom forest. My mom took a can off the shelf and told me to read the label. I felt so silly!
I used to believe that when restaurants said "free delivery," it meant that if you had the food delivered, it would be completely free.
when i was kid my mom told me that the amount of grains of rice i leave in my plate will be the same as the number of children i will have so i used to leave 2 grains of rice in my plate all the time
When I was about 5, I asked my mother is Aunt Jemima (Pancake Lady) and Uncle Ben (Rice Guy) were married. I thought it was a good guess seeing as how they were aunt & uncle and both involved in the food business
This is something that I remember from many years ago. My mom probably remembers it too, but, luckily, she doesn't mention it often. This might be a little long.
When I was three or four years old, my mom told me that we were going to go to a farm. The only farm (well, farm-type thing) I had ever been to was a place where they sold fresh produce, had a playground for kids, and, my favorite part, they sold ice cream. Naturally, I was very excited and I thought there would be ice cream at the farm. When we got there, it was sort of like a petting zoo, and we each got some animal food to give to the farm animals. I don't remember much about the animal food, but it looked a little bit like birdseed. Using kid logic, I concluded that the animal food was weird-looking ice cream, and tried to shove a handful of it into my mouth.
My parents had a good laugh about that one.
I used to believe that if I didn't eat my dinner the "dinner police" would come for me. My dad used to go outside and pound on the front door until I ate my dinner.
My dad told me that fig newtons were made from dead flies, explaining that the crunchy bits were the legs. He called them 'fly leg cookies,' so that's what i thought they were called too. (That didn't stop me from eating them as i assumed flies were thus a perfectly acceptable ingredient.) My kindergarten teacher was not impressed when i enlightened my classmates at snack time.
When I was little, I used to think "grilled cheese" was "girl cheese" so only girls could eat it. I was very confused when I saw my dad eating one.
I used to believe that serial killers violently ate their cereal...yeah..
I used to think that grapefruits contained grapes, and you got grapes by cutting the grapefruit open.
I used to believe that the spinning concrete trucks carried condiments around. The yellow ones carried mustard, the red ones - ketchup, and so on.
When I was small my uncle told me that bananas grew completely straight, and people had to bend them before they arrived in the shops. He also made me believe that if I ate watermelon seeds, a watermelon will grow in my stomach.
I used to think that the holes in swiss cheese were made by tiny mice eating their way through it... and offered this explanation to my kindergarten class who ridiculed me.
We use to buy "Eggland's Best" eggs that had an "EB" stamped on the side. My dad's initials are EB so I thought that every family got their own personalized eggs.
I used to think a serial killer was someone who killed cereal. Like breaking cornflakes or crushing rice bubbles, torturing breakfast foods. One Day I told my mom as I ate my cornflakes "Mom i am a cereal killer" she couldn't stop laughing, i never understood why...
My sisters would tell me this pink box with a plasticky diamond on it was magical and cookies would magically com from it if you waved your hand over it they would always give me cookies like this in I think the second grade I was really in the mood for a cookie but it wasn't working I cried becouse I would never be able to have a cookie
When I was a kid, I used to believe that if I didn't finish eating my meal (food), it would cry after me.
Because of the resemblance to those cookie straw things that you put in ice cream, I thought you were supposed to bite out of a cinnamon stick and eat it. Imagine my surprise when I tried!
I used to cry when eating spaghetti. I would imagine that it had once been alive, and would cry over it and apologize profusely after every forkful. I guess it looked bloody to me!
When i was little if went shopping say to the Butchers or Grocers (no Supermarkets then) the meat on display or cheese etc had a price on a hefty pin stuck in it and when i watched westerns Gunsmoke or the like and the sheriff said that guys got a price on his head i believed he had a meat pin in or on his head although i never managed to see it lol