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I used to believe that salami was the meat from elephant's feet
It took me a long time to figure out that "gorilla cheese sandwiches" were indeed grilled, not prepared by with or for a gorilla.
I used to confuse the time of 'Lent' with the verb 'lend'. I thought that when someone gave up something for lent they would give it all to someone. I told myself that one day i would give up cough medcine and punish the greedy person who took everyone's sweets and cakes.
I used to believe that after you ate a steamed lobster, the lobster would still be alive in the leftover body shell. I had a hissy fit in a seafood restaurant when my mother tried to throw the shell away. She had to clean it out for me in the bathroom, and I took it home and even slept with it at night!
Eventually my mom got rid of it (it started to smell), and replaced it with a lobster stuffed animal. It just wasn't the same since I knew THAT wasn't alive...
When my dad was young his mum told him that if he ate turnip his skin would heal really quickly because he had a big cut on his knee.
He believed her.
I used to believe that cantelope was the stomaches of antelopes
I used to think preserves (like jam) and preservatives were the same thing and I heard people say preservatives were bad for you so I wondered why people would eat pure preservatives
When I was little I thought grilled cheese sandwiches were called girled cheese sandwiches and told my little brother that he couldn't eat them. He could have boy'd cheese sandwiches.
I grew up on a small cattle ranch, and honestly believed that we got steaks from shearing cattle the same way the neighbors got wool from shearing their sheep. Imagine my father's surprise when I asked him at dinner "do cows shivered when you take their meat off?".
I had no idea they actually died before you could eat their beef!
when i was around 10, i was very picky with my food. my dad would come home with groceries, and i would look through them and tell him i didn't like any of it. my dad got frustrated and exclaimed, "what are you going to eat? air?!" my 4-year-old brother then yelled, "i want air! i want air! did you buy air at the store?"
When i was little i asked what meat a sasuage was from and she said pig so i figured that sasuages were the pig's cocks chopped off and i didnt eat any until i asked my mum clearly and understood
I used to think i was a serial killer because i ate cereal!
When I would go to Japanese restaurants, my dad would order Wonton soup, except I thought it was called "One-ton" soup. I never understand why someone would eat so much soup.
I am the only girl (now a woman) between two brothers. I was once told by my older brother that flies were raisins with wings. Believing him, I would chase flies whenever I saw them, try to catch them, and eat them! Fortunately, I was too young to be coordinated enough to actually catch flies.
Up until about 4 years ago, I thought that hens only gave UNfertilized eggs to the farmers and kept the other ones to be hatched into little chicks. Therefore, when I was eating the eggs from the grocery store, I was not technically eating a potential "baby chicken". I felt pretty stupid when I was arguing with a friend about it one day....then it hit me--my dad is a big fat liar.
P.S. I am 30 years old.
My mom once told me that there were bugs that lived in the tips of bananas and that you should always break off the ends before eating the banana. I used to get uncomfortable watching people eat bananas, wondering why they were eating the bugs. I'm still a bit uneasy about eating the ends to this day.
My older brother told me that if you ate nothing but bananas and vaseline all your life, you would live forever.
When I was little I used to think that you made breakfast sausage by putting weiners in the toaster, the same way you made toast by putting bread in the toaster. That's what I thought toasters were for, turning "everyday food" into "breakfast food".
I thought the tapioca bits in tapioca pudding were fish eyes until I was twelve.
My mom encouraged this belief so I wouldn't eat her pudding.
When I was little I asked my dad what the HOOTERS (the restaurant) was. He told me its where you go see the owls. I found out when I was 17 that was not the case!