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I used to believe that you put butter on things to cool them down. It never occurred to me that it was for flavor until I was almost a teenager.
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Naturally, growing up in Massachusetts, all of my family had Boston accents. One night, after asking what we were having for dinner, my mother responded "chicken parm". Without the letter "r" it sounded like "chicken palm". I believed that one of my favorite foods was the palm of a chicken.
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my mom always told me that cucumbers had gas in them and thats what made you burp so to get the gas out she cut the ends off and rubbed the end on the rest of the cucumber. i believed this worked until i was married...
I thought that McDonalds were built over underground ketchup deposits, and the little ketchup pumps went underground.
Ever since I was 8, i never ate chili because i thought it ws cold.
I used to believe waffles were honey combs and thats why you would pour honey on it
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When I was a kid, I used to believe that a grilled cheese sandwich was actually called a "girl cheese" and that only girls could eat them. I used to get mad at my two older brothers because only me and my two sisters were allowed to eat them and they would have to choose something else.
When my cousin and I were elementary school age, she tried to convince me to stop eating McDonalds chicken nuggets because they were made out of pumpkin guts. I'm not really sure what pumpkin guts even are, but the thought of it scared me from chicken nuggets for a while.
I used to believe that there were people who wanted to steal my food, because I was only ever told that there were "people in the world who wanted my food" when I didn't finish all of it, but I was never told why.
I believed that desserted buildings were full of desserts. Cute little plated pieces of pie Just sitting all over the floor of the building.
When I was younger, I was convinced that sprinkles (the colored candy put on ice cream and cookies) came from sprinklers.
I believed that the ice cream truck was actually a music man who sold cassette tapes because that is what my parents told me in order to not have to buy me icecream everytime it came.
I always thought that cereal characters were all real people. So I thought serial killers were people that went around killing Captain Crunch and Tony the Tiger.
i used to think brussels sprouts were tiny baby heads of lettuce
Around the age of 4, after watching my family sprinkle salt on their food for almost every meal, I came to the conclusion that salt cooled your food down for you. It took a while for my mom to realize why I would pour heaps of salt on my food then sit back and wait.
I was about 3 years old and asked my mum one day "are chips a type of fish". She wasn't listening to me and just said yes. I went for ages believing that chips swam around in the sea.
When I was little my favorite thing to eat was hotdogs. My mother didn't like them. She told me they were made out of kangaroos. They were no longer my favorite food.
One day I was eating spaghetti when all of the sudden, i started sniffling and my eyes got very watery. I pushed my food around my plate and did not want to eat it because I was afraid that the spaghetti had once been alive and was now in pain when I ate it. I was hungry so in the end, I ended up crying harder as I ate my food and I apologized to the spaghetti after each bite and asked it to forgive me. T_T
When I was little I believed that if I didn't eat all of my scrambled eggs that the "Big Chicken" would come to claim his wasted progeny *shudders*
when i was younger i thought that the mcdonalds drive through ordering boxes actually had someone squished inside when you were putting through your order. once, when i was in the back seat and the guy asked "would you like fries with that?" i yelled out "are you ok in there? do you get to have a stretch a now and again?"
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