food: general

When I was little, my mother would serve asparagus. My father told me they were hummingbird tongues. Needless to say, I would not eat them. I was practically grown before I knew what they really were! I love asparagus now!

You know how on the coco puffs comercial they would used to jump in the box and go into a chocolatly world? Well I used to make my mom buy the cocoa puffs and i would take the cereal out of the box and stand in the box and nothing would happen. I would get so mad and then my mom would yell at me for ruining the box

I used to believe that the eggs my mother used to keep in the fridge would hatch if i kept them warm enough. So i used to put them under my pillow or hid them anywhere around the house to find it squashed under my bed or rotting behind the tv the next day or whenever i checked on it.

When I was a little kid I believed that if I ate enough chicken wings I would be able to fly! Mom was just happy I was eating the wings instead of the "better" pieces.

When I was young I formulated that because medicine tasted gross, that delicious foods were obviously bad for you. At my 9th birthday I refused to eat any cake so that I wouldn't be made too sick to go to Chuckiee Cheeze's.

Thanks to the imagination of my mom & dad, I used to believe that eating green beans would put hair on your chest; that if you sat too close to the fan your face would become paralyzed; that if you sat too close to the TV you would go blind and that if you walked on your tippy toes you would be prescribed cement shoes to wear so that you would stop!

I used to think that all the products that had that little R on them you know like a box of cereal with that little R near the logo (it meant restricted) well I used to think there was a movie about "Rice Krispies" or "Fruit by the Foot" and that movie was rated R.

i used to believe that everything in the world got lonelyif it wasn't paired up with something else. you always need to buy 2 or even 3 of each kind of grocery so they wouldn't get lonely after you cooked one. i am still hesitant to only buy one of an item.

I used to think the International House of Pancakes really was a house made out of pancakes, and that there was one in every country around the world. That's why it was international.

I am often gleefully reminded by my parents of the time we were eating pancakes with aunt Jemima syrup, and I burst into tears after staring at the syrup bottle for about 10 minutes. I thought she was really going to talk to me, like she did on t.v.!

When I was small my mum used to give me porridge for breakfast. I wan't that keen on it and it always took a long time to finish, particularly because whenever I took a spoonful, the remaining amount filled the space where I had just taken some from. My brother used to tell me that there was a little man underneath the table who was filling it up again and I used to believe him!

When I was little my parents told me that if I didn't eat my potatoes I would turn green. That's why martians are green because they don't have any potatoes on mars (of course!).

It was this one time i was over at my neighbor, who was eight years younger than me, he was at that time five... I had this bad habbit of sucking on unriped cherries. He asked me why I was sucking on it. I told him it tasted as coke. He ran over to the tree to have one as well. But quickly realized it didn't taste as coke, and was really upset. Then I told him that it was only the ones in the top of the tree that tasted like coke. He started climing the tree, and every once in a while stopped to cheek to see if the unriped cherries at where he was tasted like coke. When he'd reached pretty high, I told him that I'd only joked with him, but he wouldn't believe me. He kept on climbing all the way to the top...

I always though that chicken fried steak was chicken, fried like steak. I thought is was so nasty that there was brown chicken, so I wouldn't eat it-until I was 15 and my mom told me it was steak, fried like chicken...now I'm a chicken fried steak fiend!

When I was little, my mom told me *she had been married to him for a very long time at this point, and could tease him a bit* that the reason my father had become blind was because he didn't eat his carrots. This scared the dickens out of me, and from that point on, I ate all the carrots left out, which turned out to sometimes be 3 or 4 whole carrots...!
As it turns out, my father has retina pigmentosus *sp?* and started losing his vision in highschool.

When I was about 5 or 6 I asked my Grandmother where pork chops came from. She told me from a pork chop bush and that if I planted a pork chop bone it would grow into a pork chop bush of my own. I tried it and when nothing happened she said I hadn't watered it enough. I was so disappointed.

My father was a hunter and used to hunt deer. When he would come home with some and we would have it for dinner he would always tell me it was Venison (so I wouldn't know what it was). I used to eat it and say, "Yummy Daddy, this tastes just like meat"!

My Dad always said that carrots would make my eyes green and my hair red! Which they already were!

Also if you put butter on graham crackers they will explode!