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When I was little, my older sister was telling me how meat came from different animals. She told me that hamburger (what I was eating at the time) came from cows, and bacon (which I had for breakfast) came from pigs. She then told me how they get the meat out of the animal, the animal poops it out. I sure got some weird looks at lunch my first day at school. Thanks, sis. Thanks :p
I used to believe that when my mom made pasta, she messed it up every time and had to dump it down the sink and start over, I was always amazed at how fast the second batch took, since we always ate right after she dumped it... I didn't see the colander until I was old enough to see into the sink.
My brothers and I used to believe that grated parmesan cheese was "cooler off'er" and when we sprinkled it on our hot spaghetti it would make it cool enough for it to eat. We still call it "cooler off'er" instead of cheese.
I used to think that Ice Cream Sundae's you could only buy and eat on Sundays.
I used to believe that waffles were made by tiny elves scooping holes out of pancakes. I also thought that's where doughnut holes came from.
My next door neighbours brother once told me that you couldnt eat the wafer cone from an Ice Cream and that they were paper/cardboard and only to hold up the ice cream...i never ate them for years!!
Almost forgot about this one. As a child, I hated the tastes of both coffee and stuffing. Sometimes when my sister and I were misbehaving, my dad said, "You know what? I'm going to take you to the Coffee and Stuffing resteraunt!" I thought for years that such a place existed!
I used to belive that BBQ Ribs came from humans. When my older sister and dad ate them i closed my eyes, thinking of the person who gave up a rib for them to eat. I though all the way till i was 12!
When I was five or six my dad told me that if I ate the hole in the donut I would get a hole in my belly and the donut would come out. I loved donuts and would eat as close to the hole as I could with out breaking it. I did this for about five years even after many people including my dad told me it was not true. I remember being very scared the first I ate the entire donut.
once after a long day of fishing i think i was like 4 or 5 my dad said we needed to "clean" the fish so while they were inside at my grandparents house i walked over to our house and grabbed the shampoo and walked back to my grandparents house on the step in a bucket were the fish we caught i thought i was doing my dad a huge favor by washing the fish clean with the shampoo
I used to believe that french fries were stuffed with mashed potatoes... but I could never figure out how they got in there.
I used to think that the chocolate/vanilla/strawberry mix ice cream was called Napoleon (instead of neopolitan) and couldn't understand why a French emperor got an ice cream flavor named after him.
When I was younger my favourite meal was Haggis and Rice :O) too avoid making it more than once a month my father told me it was an elusive animal with three legs that lived in Scotland and only when he went hunting with Uncle John did they manage to catch one :O)
I used to believe that pepper created actual heat.
so one day when I didn't want to go to school, I ate about 2 tablespoons of pure ground black pepper, and told my mom I was sick and to take my temperature.
She told me as red as my face was, my temperature was fine.
I used to think that animals used to grow meat that could be cut from them without killing them, just like you pick an apple from a tree without seriously harming it.
You know the egg carton that had a picture of a elephant on it? Well, I never eat those eggs when I was 8. I used to believe that elephants laid those eggs
I used to believe that limes were baby lemons. I would pick the little "limes" off of the lemon tree for food. I was 21 when I found out that they were not the same fruit.
When I was a child, for whatever reason, my parents told me that it was the city law to eat meatloaf for dinner every Friday. So I continually believed this until I was 12.
When I was 6 I used to think that Cream of Mushroom Soup was actually called "Queen of Mushrooms" Soup. When we were grocery shopping one day I warned my parents not to buy it because if they made too much of the soup the Queen of Mushrooms to lose her mushroom forest. My mom took a can off the shelf and told me to read the label. I felt so silly!
My mother is a terrible cook and often tells a story about one of the first times I ever went to a Chinese restaurant (I was probably about 5 years old). When the meal came I jumped up on my seat and screamed "What's THAT??!!" My family asked what on Earth I was talking about and I said "Those orange things! What are THEY??!!" My mother replied "Why, they're carrots, dear." My response: "NO THEY'RE NOT! Carrots are BROWN!" A true testament to my mother's cooking.