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My friend next door told me that bologna was made from dog's tongues!
I could never eat another bologna sandwich and my mom could not understand why.
I used to think for a very long time, that spam was left over animal parts with salt.
When I was a child my mother always made homemade bread and told us that burnt bread would "give you rosy cheeks."
I used the same excuse for burnt food when my children were little. One said, in her adult years, "and we actually believed you."
As a young'un I used to believe that remolade was manufactured with bugs and human spit, as I had seen a nature program on television of indians chewing and spitting stuff out that looked just like remolade.
That made for some nice mental images as a kid and I saw it as perfectly natural to eat stuff other people had spit out or vomited ...
When I was young (maybe 6 or 7) my uncle told me that the ingredient in hotdogs called erythorbate was actually ground up earthworms. So for years I would not eat hotdogs and was very disgusted when I saw anyone else eating them! I finally learned the truth...but it took a while to overcome the earthworm thing.
When I was a toddler my parents bought chicken noodle soup in packets. These contained dry noodles and a crumbly brownish soup base. I thought the brownish stuff was chicken poop.
I was not disgusted by this idea. Meat was dead animals and milk came out of cows, so maybe we used other things that came out of animals too.
I used to think that hot dogs were cow utters.
When I was 5 or so, my uncle told me that little green men lived under mushrooms. Of course I believed him and never ate mushrooms again. To this day I still can't don't eat them.
I used to believe that hummus - the food, it's sort of corn yoghurt - was actually rotting vegetation.
I think I was thinking of "humus".
I used to believe that eating chocolate laxatives made you stronger,don't ask me why.
When I was little I hated green beans and my dad would say if you don't eat them they'll turn into worms. Of course that made it worse and i thought they would crawl aroung in my mouth!
I was an insanely picky eater growing up, and would refuse to eat any form of cow or pig. My dad convinced my mother to give me pork without my knowledge and call it "chicken" instead. I would eat it and complain about how yucky it tasted and how my mother made it wrong, eventually just refusing to eat. They did this up until I was 8.
"Chicken-roast" they called it...
When a child, I never ate the dumplings in chicken and dumplings. I thought they were baby chickens thrown in the soup whole.
When I was little, my mom served us different kind of green peas. She called them "lady peas" I imagined that a lady had peed them out and they went "pft, pft, pft" coming out.
My older sister told me that soy sauce was made from crushed beetles. Of course I avoided it at all costs until I was about 10 and began to realize that she had made that up and that it could not be true because people would not eat something made with beetles. Now I really like soy sauce but every time I use it I do pause to remember the beetles that gave there little lives! :)
My little sister was constantly winding me up when we were younger, so to get my own back I told her that soap smelled so good because it was actually ice-cream.
Man, she pulled the foulest face after biting into that! The taste stayed with her for ages as well...
when i was about 8 my best friend told me that she didn't eat salami because her dad told her the white bits in the salami were bits of the white part of eye balls and although i disagreed and told her it was fat or grisle she somehow managed to convince me that she was right because her dad is a chef so must be right and so i avoided salami for quite a while after that
I used to beleive that corn was pigs teeth. And when it was corn on the cob, I thought it was the jaw.
My classmate said that she was an alien and that her favorite food was spider soup which was apparently a bunch of spiders cooked in their blood. I was pretty skeptical but she insisted it was true so I thought it might be true...Now I doubt it.
at a thanksgiving dinner when i was about six, cousin malcolm told me that bleu cheese (there was bleu cheese salad dressing present) was made, via a complicated and arduous process, from lambs' vomit. i'll eat it, now (i'm 32), but i still think of that every time.