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in first grade i used to come home and make ketchup sandwiches (two pieces of bread and nothing but ketchup) to have for a afternoon snack cause i was convinced that it was brain food...
I loved baloney sandwiches. I ate them all of the time. One day at my grandmothers house, I asked her to make me one. I guess my older brother was feeling devious that day, so he whispered "Baloney comes from the skin of dead people. You know grandpa is dead, where do you think she's getting that baloney?"
I freaked out and ran from the sandwich when she brought it out.
I used to believe that kidney beans were real kidneys from small animals! I couldn´t understand why so many people would eat them with such pleasure!
One day I went to a party and burst out crying when we were given chilli con carne with rice to eat.
I´m a vegetarian now but I still can´t eat them.
When I was little my dad told me the filling inside of ravioli was cow poop. I was 5, now I'm 25 and though I learned it was a lie by 10 I still can't eat ravioli. My dad loved to lie to me about the strangest things.
because my dad didn't want to share his oysters with us, he told my sister and i if we ate them they would crawl back up our throats and out our mouths when we went to sleep. we didn't eat oysters for years
I used to believe that those baby chicken wings you can buy were actually a piece of a kid's hand- in particular the from the thumb to where your wrist starts...nice hey?
A friend of mine brought her own lunch food to school. At the time, I ordered from the cafeteria and had heard all sorts of stories about bugs and maggots in food, so I usually tried to get my friend to share her food with me, to save me from having to eat aliens-disguised-as-chicken or what-not.
In reply, she told me that whatever fruits she had were 'from the tree of knowledge' and bad things would happen to those who ate them without permission. I had heard similar stories from my church-going relatives and believed her.
For quite awhile I wouldn't eat dried fruit, and I refused to believe that the real Biblical fruit was apples, which I loved at the time.
I also believed the bread in her sandwhiches was made with woodchips.
I used to believe that the chunks in chunky peanutbutter were actually bones
I used to think that the lumpy bits in marmalade were bad, after seeing Mr Fussy from the Mr Men saying 'Ugh it's got bits in it' I didn't like marmalade for years after.
When I was younger, my older brother told me that black eyed peas were dead people's eyes. I was completely disgusted as I watched my family eat them for dinner. This story affected me so much, that I couldn't bring myself to eat black eyed peas until I was in high school.
I used to think shell macaroni was sea shells.
I used to believe, thanks to my older sister, that spaghetti was worms with their blood drained out, to make the sauce. For years I wouldn’t eat spaghetti, and even now I don’t like tomato sauce.
One of the dinner ladies at our school had the tips of her fingers missing and were therefore deformed. Rumour had it that school dinner sausages were 'Fingerella's' fingers. Also we wouldn't eat the tinned tomatoes as we thought they were peeled testicles.
my dads brother told him that the top part of a boiled egg that you cut of was poisonous and wouldnt eat it for years.
I was a little Catholic girl, and I used to believe that deviled ham was chopped up devils.
When I was little, for some reason I was terrified of onions. I thought that if I ate them, I would die of a heart attack. One day, my sister was going to eat soup that I thoght had onions in it, and so she was going to take a bite, and i was like, "NOOOO!" and I knocked the spoon out of her hands and somehow ending up knocking over her whole bowl of soup.I got grounded for it.
I still don't like onions.
In elementary school, a teacher once told us that cool whip was made from crushed up animal bones. This sparked a debate at our table and no one could decide if it was true or not. Most of us scraped it off of our jell-o that day...
Another girl told me that vienna sausages had been cut off of little boys. I had younger brothers and it seemed believable to me. Ruined my appetite for viennas, too!
One evening, I asked my mom what she was cooking, and she replied, "Beef heart". Thinking she had said "Bee fart", I proclaimed, "I'm not eating stinker meat!"
When I was younger, I thought my brother kept eating my dirty socks, and that's why his feet smelled.