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We lived across the street from a restaurant and one day their sign said the special was "Half Baked Chicken" Yewww - who wants half baked half raw chicken!!!
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the best of nasty food
We lived across the street from a restaurant and one day their sign said the special was "Half Baked Chicken" Yewww - who wants half baked half raw chicken!!!

When I was little, I believed that mushrooms were actually the ears of little tiny miniature elephants that were about two or three inches tall. Yes, this sounds silly, but bear in mind that at the TIME, I'd only ever seen cooked, sliced mushrooms, and they looked elephant-ish to me, so I put two and two together, lol.
When I was four, my dad's best friend told me that the black olives on his pizza were cockroaches (to keep me from eating his pizza - how much pizza could a four year old eat?). To this day, I can't eat black olives.
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I believed that the only way I would get big boobs when I grew up was if I ate all of my vegetables at dinner. That is the lie that my parents told me......
After seeing an episode of a childrens TV show, the name of " Mr. Bumpy", where there was a rotting toast, I believed that old, mouldy or stale toast would attack you.
How stupid is that?
When I was a child, my older sister told me that peas were "fish eyes" and even though I'm all grown up now and I know that they are NOT 'fish eyes', you still can't get me to eat peas!!
I used to hate eating turkey at christmas, so my parents told me that they were giving me "Churkey", a mix between turkey and chicken, so that I would eat it. I don't know how I fell for that one so easily!
When was a kidd there was this one episode of a tv show where these characters were touring a cornflake factory. At one point the tour guide said they would learn about how much blood, sweat and tears went into cornflakes. Of course, being a kid I thought those were actual ingredients in the cornflakes and wondered who would want to eat that?
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My Dad told me that the milk in coconuts was monkey wee. I believed him, not considering how on earth the monkeys would go about such an operation.
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My friend Rod hates any kind of meringue pie because when he was 6 his father told him it was cow slobber.
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I used to believe that peanut butter was lobster poo.
My sister told me as a child that ravioli was 'hedgehog' meat.
Still can't eat it today.......
when i was about 5 years old, we had some goldfish... my dad thought it would be funny if he pretended to eat 1, so he quickly threw a carrot into the fish tank, and picked it back out and ate it (i thought it was a fish) and up to this day, whenever i have carrots, and i put them in my mouth, he shouts "FISH" and it makes me feel realy sick!!!
until i was about 11, i used to think that the 'quiche' i saw advertised on my school dinners' board, was a mysterious nasty-sounding food, pronounced 'kwichy'. mmmmmm.
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that a piece of liver in your fridge if left overnight would wrap itself around a bottle of milk
When I was young, I hated peas and was suspicious of all other pea-shaped foods, thinking that they might just be peas in disguise. I squished each and every blueberry I ate because I thought it might just be a pea holding its breath and trying to sneak into my mouth!
I also thought that meat balls were made from testicals
I don't like mustard, and once when I was around 5 went to Mcdonalds with my grandma and there was mustard on my cheeseburger. I freaked out and said I wouldn't eat it...until she told me it was yellow ketchup. I believe it was yellow ketchup until I was about 11 and I realized yellow ketchup didn't exist.
I used to think that entrails was another word for nature trails. I got surprised when I found out what it really meant!
I used to believe that finding a hair in your food was good luck, because my mother would tell me that to get me to eat. To this day I have no aversion to eating food in which I find hair, but I also know it isn't good luck
When I was about five my mother threw this huge Christmas party. She kept talking about what kind of hor d'ouvres to serve. I pronounced them like 'hors, divorce" and I was convinced my mother wanted to feed horse parts to all of our guests.