food: general

When I was little I never understood why strawberries were so sweet. One of my parents informed me that people injected them with sugar and that's why they were so sweet. It was years before I realized they had been pulling my leg.

When I was small, I was a gullible, disturbed child. For instance, I was afraid of eating plain apples. Whenever my mother tried to get me to eat a normal apple, I would start crying until she had it sliced, peeled, and smothered with peanut butter.

It took them a very long time for me to allay my fears. I had constantly seen my mother, father, and two of my brothers eating and apple without doing any of the above. It should be noted that my parents and two of my brothers are brunettes, while myself and my third brother, who preferred his apples sliced, peeled, and smothered with peanut butter, are blondes. I believed that, if I ate an apple any other way, then I would become a brunette, too!

i thought that the word for vegetables was bigsables

When I was a little boy I loved peas and I wouldn't touch corn, so my parents told me they were split peas(in danish they are called yellow peas), I had heard of them, but never seen them and since corn was yellow I believed this untill I was 6 years old

I used to believe that however old I was, that's how many spoonfuls of sugar I should be allowed to put in my cereal.

I look at that idea very differently now that I'm 37!

my mum once told me that Pastrmi was horse meat.

I came home from school one day and insisted to my Mum that I'd had conkers for lunch. After a few 'phone calls my Mum found out that we had been given prunes for pudding.

My great Aunt used to tell me and my little brother that the withches at the end of the garden would use our empty eggshells (after having boiled egg and soldiers) to mix spells in. To this day I still make a hole in the shell when I finish my egg!

A few years ago in the UK, there used to be adverts for a breakfast meal called Ready Brek (a bit like porridge)which used to show kids getting an orange glow after eating. When I used to eat it I was convinced I would have an orange glow afterwards. This was not helped by my parents who used to tell me that I had the glow when asked.

I used to beileve that eggs over medium were called dip toast eggs. I didn't realize till I went to a resturant and tried to order a dip toast egg, that they weren't called that.

As a youngster during winter I was told that when I ate my bowl of 'Readybrek'(porridge to the less fortunate)you would glow orange like the guy on the packet. When I asked my mum why none of my fiends could see I was told this is because only adults could see it. After a 20 minute car ride to school I was always told that it had worn off so none of the teachers could see it either so don't ask. Got me for years, obviously my siblings will be told this one too.

In England, 'Lyons Syrup' comes in tins with a picture of a lion lying in the sun. My father told me that this was how they made syrup, by leaving lions out in the sun to melt. I believed it for a long time, and even thought I could taste the lion.

I used to believe…

1) that jingle from the ice-cream van means they've run out.

2) I have a pudding stomach (I convinced my kids of this) because even when I'm full up and I can't eat anymore main course, I can always eat a pudding.

3) based in how it is when it melts, my step daughter told the waitress that the sorbet she was eating was 'slug spit'.

We used to get a famous brand of butter with picture of a cow on the front, and i used to think the butter was actually made of cows, and would askfor "cow butter" on my sandwiches

i believed, coming from my grandfather on my mother's side, that veal was not to be eaten because it was mermaid meat. i learned that this wasn't true, of course, but i was shocked to learn, at 15 yrs old, that my grandfather believed this with all his heart... even to the day he died.

When my son was 7 or 8, he use to love turkey but hate chicken. No way could I make him eat it until one day I told him that the roasted chicken I had cooked was a "baby turkey". Boy, did love it. Never had any trouble with him eating chicken (baby turkey) after that.