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When I was a kid I used to believe that gherkins were Frogs Willies, as my Dad told me that just because he used to like them at xmas and did not want us to eat them,
I used to believe the pickles were the fingers of martians. Because of that, I did not eat pickles.
for 22 years i was oblivious to cucumbers and gherkins being the same food. this was all destroyed one fateful night by someone i loved. my life has never been the same since.
so guess what i learned the other day: pickles came from cucumbers. yes indeed.
I was told when I was little,that pickles mad your skin bumpy,and you would have the chicken pox for the rest of your life.and i was told by the same person pickles would also turn your blood green!i stayed away from them until i was nine.i now eat them,but have bad dreams about being tested by scientists how that happened....
back when i was around the ages of 3 or 4, i used to think that everything was made in a factory, even food was made by hand. So i got curious and asked my mom how they make pickles. like how do they make the inside taste good. and she told me that pickles are cucumber, and that they are GROWN, not created in a factory as i believed. I look back on that now and wonder what the heck would make me think such weird things. :S
Until, just a second ago, afer reading someone else's post, I also thought cucumbers grew from trees! Boy do I feel dumb.
i used to think these were snakes that u put on your thumb, then i went to my dads office party and there was picking the gerkin out of the jar. i later got told that when i was about 1 i had eaten a huige gerkin, i used to think that i had a huge snake swimming around in my tummy.
i had no idea that gherkin was a word until i read this website, and thought that it was a made up word until i read that it was a pickle. i suppose it must be british, ah well.
When I was about 12, my family moved to the UK, and (along with other phrases) I was confused by the term "gherkin". Not wanting to sound stupid, I assumed it was a, erm, special part of one's anatomy. This was confirmed even more when my American chum called it a pickle. So one nite at a resturant, when the waitress asked if I wanted a gherkin along with my sandwhich, I shreiked and caused a rather large scene. My family still torments me about that to this very day...
I was in the car reading a book out loud and one of the words in it was gherkin. I pronounced it "jerkin".
I used to believe that pickles would give you boogers big time because my sister told me that when I was little. I still won't touch the things...
When I was young my Dad and I would always stop at the neighborhhod deli and he would buy pickles that were kept in a large wooden barrel. My Dad told me the reason the pickles had such a strong taste was because the deli owners would wash their feet in the barrel! I still hate pickles to this day.
I used to beleive that Gherkins were really the genetalia of animals. I had an extremely mean cousin who kindly told me this while we were at a family get-together when I was 5 years old.. I had barely even known was genitals were!
I used to believe that pickles were cucumbers, which they are, only, a pickle had the chicken pox. Therefore, I was terrified of eating pickles because I thought I would get the chicken pox!
I believed when I was little that a pickle (of course)would grow into a cucumber and if let to grow further it would become a watermelon!
I thought gherkins were pickled slugs.
Up until the age of 21 I believed pickles were pickles, I had no idea they were cucumbers.
I read this book of mistakes from students' essays and exams and one of them had said a gherkin was a native who ran about with a knife. I was in Culinary School at the time, and thought about that. I figured out that a chef was a native who ran about with a knife! We used them all the time and we were constantly being told by chefs and eachother NOT to run or walk around with them! :-)
When my brother was little my family used to call gherkins "pickled monkeys' willies" and my brother thought that was what they actually were. It didn't stop him eating them though. But he also used to eat the cat's biscuits, and when he was about one I found him gingerly tasting his own poo, directly from his nappy that had just fallen off. It's amazing what kids will put in their mouths.