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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.
Quaker Oats Porridge had a picture of a quaker on the packaging. He wore a large white cravat-type thing around his neck.
Because it appeared to emerge from underneath his chin and was the same colour as the product in the packaging, I assumed it was a torrent of semi-digested porridge which poured out of a hole in his face.
When I was little, my first teacher told us to smash up the shell of our boiled eggs so the devil couldn't use them as a boat, but my Grandmother would tell us not to play with our eggshells, otherwise we'd get warts, I worried for quite dome time whether it was best to be warty or demon posessed.
when i was about 5 or 6, my mom would always show me those commercials where there were kids in somalia that ate out of garbage cans because they were so poor. so my mom would show me those commercials and tell me, "That's why you should eat everything that i give you because those kids have nothing to eat." So I thought that my mom didnt want to help those kids because she told me to eat everything on my plate and not throw anything away. so naturally, i threw all the food that i could into the trash can. i thought that this would help the kids who ate out of the trash cans.
my mom meant that i shouldnt thrown any thing into the trash because i was lucky to have food and that i shouldnt waste it. i was 5 or 6 so i didnt get the meaning at the time.
As a child, I refused completely to eat soup. My parents didn't understand why, I wasn't a picky eater normally, but I wouldn't touch a bowl of soup until I was at least 10. I had a good reason though:
I'd seen people eating soup before and, unlike solid food, where you take a bite and you can see that a bit's gone, when you take a spoonful of soup, the rest of the it fills up the part that you took. So, in my tiny brain, I convinced myself that bowls of soup were never ending and unlimited, and, because I was always got told off if I didn't finish most of my food, I'd be forced to sit and eat the same bowl of soup for the rest of my life...
When I was young my mother used to tell me that guacamole was actually crushed grasshoppers.
I used too believe that if after you ate a bowl of ice-cream, you stirred the empty bowl very quickly with your spoon, that more ice-cream would magically appear. This was based on information given to me by my friend who was two years older than me and obviously winding me up!
When 5 years old we had a toaster which had a dial with a light brown to dark brown guide around the knobs to change how long it toasted for. I thought this was an accurate guide to the colour the toast would be, so I carefully adjusted the dial and toasted it only to find burnt toast. I would then put the same toast back in and change the dial to lighter thinking the toast would become whiter.
I repeated this process until the toaster caught fire.
When I was little someone told me that mushrooms were snails and I picked mushrooms off my pizza until I was 22.
When i was little i used to believe you didn't have to buy sausages or meat for a barbeque, you just put a piece of wood on the BBQ and it'd turn into either a sausage or meat! You didn't get to choose which one.
I once believed that during Dinosaur Week at daycare, the old ladies fed us actual dinosaur meat in their dinosaur soup; it was actually beef stew.
When I was around 7, my stepdad told me that the sausage used on pizza was really rabbit droppings. I only believed it for a couple more years, but I think it affected me subconsciously because sausage is still the only pizza topping I don't like.
As my surname is Brown, I thought that my family had special food especially for them - Brown sauce and Brown bread
My hubby was told when he was a kid that ice cream had washing detergent in it. Rather than putting him off eating ice cream he liked it all the more because it was cleaning his insides at the same time!
While out shopping with my mom in the meat section of the supermarket, I would see packages of chicken with a sticker "B'LESS CHICKEN" on it. I didn't know that "B'LESS" actually stood for boneless chicken, and thought the priest went round blessing every piece of chicken so as to make it safe for our consumption. Ahh, those were the days.
When I was about five, I found out that beef was actually dead cow flesh, which prevented me from eating steaks. It didn't stop me from eating hamburgers, though, because I believed they grew on bushes...
When I was about 4 my grandmother told me that eating carrots helped me to see in the dark. I somehow misheard this as 'carrots make your eyes glow in the dark.' Needless to say, I immediately gobbled my veggies down and was very dissapointed when my eyes failed to light up the room that night.
When I was young, I thought that when you fried an egg, the noise the egg made in the frying pan was the squealing of the baby chicken trying to save itself.
When I was very small I used to believe that coloured things tasted like they looked. If something was yellow, it was lemon-flavoured, if it was purple, it was grape flavoured, etc. I was always trying out the "flavours" of things and was obviously very disappointed in most of them. Wrapping paper was the biggest disappointment, as it looked so yummy in all those bright colours!
I used to think you had to be in a special club to get a Club Sandwich.