food: general

When I was very young,on Thanksgiving, my parents would always give the "butt" part of the turkey, but tell me that it was the "turkey's nose" and that it was given to only special people. And I was all excited. It would be a couple years later that I would "put two and two together" and remember that turkeys have beaks and get their heads cut off before it's cooked. So it couldn't have been a "nose"...and my brother cheerfully told me I was eating TURKEY BUTT...and I was all upset.

I believed for years that haggis were real animals who lived on mountains and had 2 long legs and 2 short legs, which meant that they could only face one way on the mountain side, and if they ever turned arount they would fall off.

My mother tells a story about yes/no bananas. You could wish on your banana, slice off the bottom, and if the black smooshy part looked like a "Y", your wish would come true. Try it. They all look like "y"'s.

My mum tells me that I stopped liking peas the day I found out that my elder cousin didn't like it. I can't really understand it, 'cause today, at 20, I still don't like the taste. At family dinners we always leave a small pile of green peas behind.

Sliced bread. I used to think that the when sliced horizontally (for sandwiches etc) the top half with the curved 'shoulders' was female and the square bottom half was male.

Visiting some friends of my parents at their lake cabin, I went for a walk in the woods with their daughter (a couple years older than I). We found this little reddish object in the road, and she told me it was the heart of a dead animal. She pointed to the holes in it where the "veins" entered, sounding very authoritative, as if she'd seen plenty of animal hearts lying in the road.

She had me grossed out for a few minutes until she finally laughed and admitted, "It's a <i>peach pit</i>, dummy!"

I used to believe that everyone in the world, when making a sandwich, would only butter one piece of bread. I carried this with me (and made sandwiches this way) until I was about 17 when I just happened to be making a sandwich while I was talking to a friend... he asked me.. "why are you only buttering one piece?" to which I replied "what? thats how sandwiches are made!" I thought it was just a strange thing that my nan did that I picked up on... but no. No one I know does or ever did the same thing.
(I still butter one side)

Because of the ad slogan, "there's always room for Jello," I believed it literally; that Jello had a magical power that made it possible to be able eat as much as you wanted to. It was the perfect dessert. Jello is strange so it made perfect sense to me.

I used to think that chops(maybe you call it "porksteak"?)were grown in fidleds like famers grow cereal.Because the bones seems somewhat made of wood,and the edge of it is quite trimed. But I wondered why it was so different from others, and i wished to inspect how did they plant such delicious thing.

When I was in secondary school studying home economics ("food technology" to more 'modern day' students or just plain 'cookery' to older ones), we had to prepare a full breakfast. I got the mistaken belief that I somehow invented hot buttered toast.

Well, I had never seen it before and therefore it was a 'new invention' for a 12 year old... But I am *so* glad now that I didn't actually reveal it to anyone...

I used to believe that when I ate a bowl of cereal that had a commercial i had seen, whatever happen in the commercial would happen to me. Like Fruity Loops, i thought a jungle would appear all around me and I would meet tucan sam.

To get me to eat my tomato soup, my mom told me it was "Porky Pig Soup", since she made it with milk and it was kind of pink. Since I loved the color pink and Porky Pig, I ate it up!!

I'm not a very hairy person, and when I was 17 a friend told me that if I rubbed raw garlics on my face, it would help me grow a thick, strong beard and moustache.

And there I was, with my face all red and swollen, and smelling for a couple days, and of course, no beard and moustache.

I thought the 70's spoof "Attack of the Killer Tomatoes" was actually scary. I was terrified of tomatoes for years, and even more terrified of one coming out of the kitchen sink drain because of the initial scene in the movie.

when i was little my mother used to tell my that egg noodles were called frog noodles because kermit the frog ate them, because i was in love with kermit the form

I used to believe…

the moment i realized that spaghetti and sauce were two separate things, that was my first childhood epiphany. a natural skeptic, though, i insisted on observing my mother prepare it because i couldn't believe those brown twiggy things were actually floppy red spaghetti.