Food Stuff

Americans eat 500 million pounds of peanut butter a year, enough to coat the floor, of the Grand Canyon.

The tall chef’s hat is called a toque.

Some yoghurt contain beef or pork gelatin.

Tiramisu means ‘pick me up' in Italian.

Eating an early dinner, or just skipping it altogether, may increase the amount of fat a person burns at night, a study found.

Onion is Latin for ‘large pearl’.

The weight of a Babybel is 21 grammes.

Lettuce is a member of the sunflower family.

Death row inmates in Texas don't get to pick their last meal.

The reason why peppers taste hot is because of a chemical compound called capsaicin, which bonds to your sensory nerves and tricks them into thinking your mouth is actually being burned.

Pumpkin flowers are edible.

Real aged balsamic vinegar actually costs anywhere from $75 to $400 or more.

Ketchup was used as a medicine in the 1800s to treat diarrhea, among other things.

Several ancient cultures viewed the apple as a feminine symbol and found a resemblance between the two halves of a vertically cut apple to the female genital system. Alternatively, an apple cut horizontally resembled a pentagram, which was considered key in revealing knowledge of good and evil.

Ortharexia Nervosa is an eating disorder where the sufferer is obsessed with eating healthy food.

Arachibutyrophobia is the fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth.

Chocolate can kill dogs; it directly affects their heart and nervous system.

The average American spends US$ 7,852 on food every year.

Alcohol consumed with food is absorbed more slowly, because it spends a longer time in the stomach.

The oldest evidence for soup is from 6,000 B.C. and calls for hippopotamus and sparrow meat.

A man was getting a haircut prior to a trip to Rome. He mentioned the trip to the barber who responded, "Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded & dirty and full of Italians. You're crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?" "We're taking TWA," was the reply. "We got a great rate!" "TWA?" exclaimed the barber. "That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?" "We'll be at the downtown International Marriott." "That dump! That's the worst hotel in the city. The rooms are small, the service is surly and they're overpriced. So, whatcha doing when you get there? "We're going to go to see the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope." "That's rich," laughed the barber. "You and a million other people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it." A month later, the man again came in for his regular haircut. The barber asked him about his trip to Rome. "It was wonderful," explained the man, "Not only were we on time in one of TWA's brand new planes, but it was overbooked and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a beautiful 28-year-old stewardess who waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel--it was great! They'd just finished a million remodeling job and now it's the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us the presidential suite at no extra charge!" "Well," muttered the barber, "I know you didn't get to see the pope." "Actually, we were quite lucky, for as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder and explained that the pope likes to personally meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait the pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later the pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down as he spoke a few words to me." "Really?" asked the barber. "What'd he say?" He said, "Where'd you get the crappy haircut?"