The food was blue, the colour of forget-me-nots and pastel skies.
It was an almost white cake, one that had kissed blue colouring.
It was halloween after all, so we ramped up that blue food colouring until it was monster-perfect.
If I could eat the sky I would. I'd take a big bite. I love blue and blue food is my kind of wonderful.
Blue is my soul elevator hue, so show my blue food and I'm already closer to heaven.
Arthur had a thing about blueberries, it was his thing. And so there were mashed into everything, savoury or sweet. We could have refused I suppose, but it was all healthy and it made him sparkle in a way nothing else did. He was our little blueberry boy and so even as he grew into a young man, the blue food continued.
Blue is a pretty colour, for me it speaks of sky and ocean, of uplifting notions and happy memories. Blue food hooks into all that, it rides high on all those positive emotions.
Some food is naturally blue, this was pop art perfection.