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Because rasperry flavour drinks are always blue and called "blue raspberry" flavour I used to think there was an actual fruit called a blue raspberry.
When I was a toddler I was terrified of bananas, and would scream if I saw a whole one. I think this was because I grew up in the 60s, and I though they were bombs. They only way I would entertain eating them was sliced up in milk or a sandwich.
top belief!
When I was young, we had rabbit for dinner one night. My parents told me it was chicken. I asked why the chicken had four legs.
I accidentally swallowed a plum pit when I was five and worried for days waiting for the plum tree to start growing out of my stomach.
I used to believe there were little people in your stomach stacking the food up: eggs in this pile, bacon in that pile etc.
we were eating at a Chinese Buffet once & our daughter went to the dessert part of it & chose jello. She took a bite & stated "Chinese Jello tastes just like American Jello!!!"
I always refused to eat coffeecake because I thought it was made with coffee grounds.
My dad told me that raisins were the dead flies from the windowsill
When I was about 5 or 6 I asked my Grandmother where pork chops came from. She told me from a pork chop bush and that if I planted a pork chop bone it would grow into a pork chop bush of my own. I tried it and when nothing happened she said I hadn't watered it enough. I was so disappointed.
A few years ago my cousin (now 9 years old) used to call eggs "eggimos". My grandma to this day still calls eggs "eggimos" in front of my cousin, and he gets all embarassed and yells "I don't call eggs that anymore Grannie!" She'd just laugh. I called them that once too, when I was asking him what he wanted for breakfast. "Do you want eggimos, or pancakes?" "Eggimos? What are you nuts!?!? There EGGS!" He exclaimed. I still laugh at that.
When I was little, I was convinced you could bend a cracker. If you were quick enough, it would bend into a little V-shape. Of course, this only resulted in smashed crackers all over the living room floor.
When I was little, my mom told me *she had been married to him for a very long time at this point, and could tease him a bit* that the reason my father had become blind was because he didn't eat his carrots. This scared the dickens out of me, and from that point on, I ate all the carrots left out, which turned out to sometimes be 3 or 4 whole carrots...!
As it turns out, my father has retina pigmentosus *sp?* and started losing his vision in highschool.
I always though that chicken fried steak was chicken, fried like steak. I thought is was so nasty that there was brown chicken, so I wouldn't eat it-until I was 15 and my mom told me it was steak, fried like chicken...now I'm a chicken fried steak fiend!
I used to believe that if a can of tuna had the words "Dolphin Safe" on the label, it meant there were no chunks of dolphin in the tuna.
It was this one time i was over at my neighbor, who was eight years younger than me, he was at that time five... I had this bad habbit of sucking on unriped cherries. He asked me why I was sucking on it. I told him it tasted as coke. He ran over to the tree to have one as well. But quickly realized it didn't taste as coke, and was really upset. Then I told him that it was only the ones in the top of the tree that tasted like coke. He started climing the tree, and every once in a while stopped to cheek to see if the unriped cherries at where he was tasted like coke. When he'd reached pretty high, I told him that I'd only joked with him, but he wouldn't believe me. He kept on climbing all the way to the top...
When I was small my dad would tell us that eating meat would put hair on my chest. Thinking thats what I really wanted, I would be very proud at having finished my meat at dinner. Needless to say I never realized that having hair on your chest is the last thing a woman wants.
When I was 6 or so, my friend Caroline and I were in my garage playing "restaurant" at a little table I had in there. My mom kept bringing us food, but she soon stopped because she said we were eating too much and she didn't want us getting sick. I insisted that I was not full yet, but she wouldn't listen. Then I saw a box labeled "Plant Food Spikes" and had an idea. I figured this would be okay to eat, because with my naive logic, since plants ate it, and we eat plants, it'd be fine to eat. Plus, it said "Food" on the box. Food is meant to be eaten, right? Well, I ate one plant food spike (I don't know how I didn't notice the bad taste) and had to be rushed to the emergency room to get my stomach pumped, along with multiple doses of thick, black activated charcoal. Damn plants.
I used to think condiments had feelings and they knew when I took one out of the fridge that I liked that one over the others. I felt so guilty I had to use all of them on my sandwiches. Even though I hated mustard, I'd put a tiny dot on my sandwich so it wouldn't feel bad. That goes for having to use Miracle Whip and relish too!
I used to believe that corned beef was sliced snake, to me aged 5, it looked just like the inside of a snake would.
when i was 3 or so, i truly believed that you bought half corn cobs in cans marked "corn kernals". i think that this belief was fuled by the fact that those little 330g cans were the right size to contain a half corn cob standing on end and i thought that "kernals" meant "half". (that had something to do with it having an 'S' on the end.) i was very disappointed when i found out.
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