food: general

I was convinced all through my childhood that the backbone in a sardine was actually its teeth!

In an effort to ensure that my sister and I ate all the rice in our bowls, my mom would tell us that the amount of rice left-over in our bowls will equal to the amount of freckles on our future spouses. Not having been exposed to freckles at that time, we both ate every, single piece of rice dutifully. Funny thing is I still can't leave any rice left-over comfortably even though I think freckles are cute.

When i was about 9, I watched a documentary about rural Italy, in which Spaghetti was seen to be hung on tree branches to dry - For the next 5 years or so I mistakenly believed that Pasta grew on trees...

My dad and I convinced my 11 year old sister that buffalo wings come from baby buffalo, that when they are babies their wings fall off and voila! buffalo wings

I used to believe that Soup of the Day was made especially just for me. I was always amazed that restaurants knew I was going to eating there and had prepared it

My dad told me that eating burnt toast would put hairs on your chest ( just what every eight year old female would want) but because dad said it then that was ok

I used to love to help my mum with the baking and I used to eat raw pastry. My mother however assured me that it would give me worms and as a result I cant eat it to this day.

Up until I was 16 I never ate mince pies at Christmas because I believed they were made of beef mince meat! I could never understand why people would want to eat meat pies with sugar on top!!

My mum used to feed us endless amounts of marrowfat peas. Both my sister and I hated them. I used to think my stomach wouldn't eat them and that they'd pile up to the point where I'd explode and cover evryone in the vicinity with undigested marrowfat peas. To this day my Mum is convinced we liked them.

I used to believe that if a ate spaghetti mixed into mashed potatos that it would taste like baked beans. I was never very keen on spaghetti.

I used to believe that if you cut a slice of bread in half and made a sandwich out of it, you only ate half a slice.

My wife was told by her mother, that men who sold burgers and hotdogs from stands, urinated in the onions as they had no where else to go - she still won't eat a burger to this day - her arguement......where else do they go?!!!

I used to believ that that a cheese burger was a burger made out of cheese - and so regarded the dripping brown sizzlers for the first nine years of my life.

I used to believe, because of my Uncle telling me this was so, that Minces (as in Mince Meat Pies) were animals that could only be killed with guns, but that it was really, really hard to get them because they were so small and they were so valued for their sweet meat that we only ate them at Christmas.

At christmas, we always make a little buffet with crackers and spreads and sarnies. Stuff like that. But my nan would never eat brussels pate. We thought she just didn't like it until the day came when she said "how can you eat a pate made from sprouts?"

I used to believe that joints of beef were cylindrical, not realising that they were rolled. When my mother asked me how I thought they got that shape of meat out of a cow I said 'with a hole-puncher'. I then had a dream about cows on a conveyor belt with these massive hole-punchers rising and falling.