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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.
my older sister told me that people were paid to chew peas and spit them out so we could get mushy peas and i believed this for years because i knew people squashed grapes with their feet,i never tried them again until i was an adult lol
When I was little my parents took me to the circus. They bought me some cotton candy and told me it was clown hair. I refused to eat cotton candy for the longest time!
When my dad would talk about eating "C-rats" (rations) in Vietnam, I thought he meant "sea rats," and pictured him eating some kind of slimy, amphibious rodent that came in a can. I even argued this point with my teacher.
I thought ground beef was the meat they scraped off the ground at the slaughterhouse. Yuck.
this is my sisters belief. my cousin told her the homemade icecream was crunchy because she used cockroaches to make it and she still wont eat my cousins homemade icecream.
When I was maybe 11, my cousin told me that SPAM stood for "Scientifically Produced Animal Matter." I believed her for a while, too.
My mother was about 12 years older than her youngest brother. When he was a small child she told him that coconut was monkey armpit hairs and he still won't eat anything with coconut to this day (he's in his forties).
Whenever I picked white lint from between my toes (from my socks), my parents said it was cheese that I was picking. I think I believed them that it was actually cheese. But I never ate it! Smart move ;-)
When I was a kid, I loved to eat Babybels. My older brother loved them too, so to keep me from eating them he told me they were made from frog bellies.
This turned out to be a mistake on his part. To me, the idea of eating frogs sounded really cool and exotic. So instead of not eating Babybels at all, I started eating more, with only a few left for him.
I was kinda disappointed to find out they were cheese...
when I was about 5 my mother told me that sherbet was made out of dead people??!! I was most disturbed by this and after many many years, have only managed to muster the courage to try sherbet again in my late twenties.
I used to believe that Limabeans would kill you if you didn't eat them.
I flushed them down the toilet.
My dad told my young daughters that molasses comes from mole asses. I don't know how long they
My mum told me that garibaldi biscuits had dead flies in them & toad in a hole was made of real toads - but we still ate them!
My mother and I used to pass a bakery that had meringue treats made to look exactly like mice in the window. The first couple of times she bought me one, but then decided we should both go on a diet. Until we moved away years later, every time we passed the shop and I asked for one she would tell me that they had maggots in them. I believed this until I was in my twenties.
When I was really young I loved the drink Mountain Dew. (For those who don't know, its a yellow soft drink.) I remember thinking for the longest time that it was mountain goat pee. I found out later that it was actually my sister who told me that.
I used to think my mum made bread pudding with "mouldy" bread and would never eat it - until I married and made my own. Reason being, when my mum used to have mouldy bread to get rid of she would soak it in water and flush it down the toilet! When making bread pudding she used to soak the bread in milk first - I used to see the bread soaking and thought....... enough said !!
When I was a child I used to believe that 'Wheat Flakes' breakfast cereals were (I suppose because of there shape and colour) dead mothes. I refused to eat them and my mother never new why.
I used to believe that meatballs were made from dead rats.
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