food: general

I was always told by my grandfather that eating LOTS of Dried Apricots I would grow up to be big and strong. I ate 2 packets in 2 hours and vomited all over the kitchen floor, and my poor old grandfather had to clean up the mess while my grandma had a good old laugh.

One christmas when I was 7, I tasted a peanut for the first time. They were very salty and I liked the taste. Within half an hour, I have munched my way through 2 bowls of peanuts and when my uncle saw me eating them about 3 hours after he had offered me my first one, he told me I'd turn into a peanut if I ate too many. I didn't touch peanuts for another 3 years when common sense finally kicked in...

When I was 6 I didnt know what the word raw meant. My friend told me that raw bananas would kill you if you ate them. Later I saw my mom eating a banana. I asked her if it was raw and she said it was. I got really scared that my mom was going to die until she explained what raw meant.

I used to believe that butter cooled hot foods. Every time I couldn't eat something because it was too hot I would put butter on it and wait for it to cool. By time I ate whatever I was eating it was cool so therefore I kept believing that butter cooled hot foods.

as I grew up hated pumpkin and was sick when forced to eat any and could never understand how me leaving any food could possibly get to the starving kids eleswhere in the world .

First time I saw brown eggs I was worried but dad told me that they were laid by happy chicken. For ages I refused to eat eggs laid by "unhappy" chicken and I believed him up into my teenage years!

I used to believe that the inside of my body was empty, and when you ate something, it went down to the lowest part of your body. So, if your first meal of the day was "salad", you would have "salad" inside your feet.

i used to believe that coffee was a drink only for adults, like beer. and when i was asked if i wanted coffee cake, i thought it was a test to see if i would take something meant only for adults.

When I was about fifteen I went on a road trip with my parents. We had breakfast at a quaint little restaurant. Our waitress had a fascinating accent I'd never heard before, and she asked me first, "Would you like soup or salad with that?" All I replied was "Yes." She asked again, and again I said yes. When she came back with both soup and salad, I thought, "Wow, this does not look like the SUPER salad I ordered."

When I was little, I was CONVINCED that old people with green liver spots had gotten them from touching moldy bread or food. Every time I saw mold, I bolted. If I pulled a slice of molded bread from the loaf, I would throw it and RUN out of the kitchen.

I remember searching a box of Triscuits for a cracker with elaborate toppings like on cover of the box
(cheese,olive, tomato etc.) and being disappointed that the only ones left inside the box were plain dry crackers.

when i was about 7 at a family barbecue i was really curious o find out what part of the animal a sausage came from. as you can imagine my cousuns told me the "truth" and i refused to eat a cows weiner again.

I never knew that raisins were dried grapes. One day I accidently dropped a grape and it rolled under our microwave. A few months later my parents changed the kitchen around and I wondered why there was a raisin where I'd left a grape.

When I was young (I don't say "when I was a child," for the belief persisted until age 18), I believed that cauliflower was the same vegetable as broccoli, only it had been picked before it "turned green" (just as immature pumpkins are green, then turn orange upon ripening). When disabused of this notion -- in an embarrassing incident during freshman year (college) dining hall -- I realized that my parents had misled me in order to get me to eat my cauliflower, by associating it with a vegetable I already enjoyed.

i used to belive that "dessert" was a word that my family had made up until one day, at a restaurant, the waiter asked if i wanted dessert. i asked if this man was my uncle. to this day my parents don't know why.

When I was 10 I asked my mom if we could bake an icecream cake. She just sat there and laughed at me while I tried telling her you had to bake the icecream