Margarine is a healthy choice. Butter is not. I held firmly to this one until about twenty years ago. My kitchen has been a margarine free zone for over two decades, but my mom still believes in the health benefits of margarine. She has made a small concession and buys butter for me before I come down to visit.
Eating a potato sprout is deadly poisonous. My mom was so paranoid about eyes in potatoes that by the time she got done cutting around one there was almost nothing left of the potato. Yes, potato sprouts do contain a toxin, but you would have to eat a lot of them to cause any harm.
If you eat undercooked pork you will get trichinosis. It turns out that trichinosis is actually extremely rare in North America. This is a recent discovery for me, and a welcome one. I no longer feel like I have to BBQ the pork chops until they resemble shoe leather.
Jello is a food. I grew up with Jello being served with great regularity. My Grandma Vera always served a Jello salad at family dinners. It was the kind that had cottage cheese added. I don't know if you are familiar with this culinary travesty. Trust me if you aren't - it's not a pretty sight.
However, not all the myths I was taught as a child revolved around food.
Putting your arm out as you jam on the brakes will prevent the child sitting next to you from being injured. I'm not sure how my mom thought her arm was going to keep me from going through the windshield if we got in an accident, but that didn't stop her from doing it. It became such a reflex action any time she had to brake quickly that she continued to do this long after we were grown up. Of course, this predates child car seats, so it wasn't like there was a better option. Well, except for keeping both hands on the steering wheel. That might have been helpful.
It is okay to dispense drugs without a licence. I grew up watching my mom hand out various prescription drugs to the neighbours. Our farming community was a long way from medical help, but still, my mom studied education at university, not pharmacy. She's lucky she didn't do any permanent damage (the lady she gave the tranquilizers to whose husband couldn't wake her up made a full recovery).
What is shocking is that even though my mom doesn't live on the farm any more people still seek her out for drugs. There has been an outbreak of Norwalk at her senior's apartment complex and she told me at least six different residents have called her asking if she had something she could give them. My mom must exude some kind of "medicine woman" aura.
Crawling under your desk at school will help protect you from a nuclear attack by the Soviets. While never put to a direct test, I think it's safe to say that this has been debunked. All that crawling under your desk is going to do is make you aware of how many previous students chewed gum during class.
There are many more, but I think I better stop there for now. What myths did you grow up believing?
And just so this isn't a pictureless post, here's another "hint of spring" picture, taken about twenty minutes from where we live. Today is a dark and brooding sort of day, but the daffodil field just coming into bloom certainly brightens things up!