It happened during Carnivale (a festive season that occurs before lent in south american countries, where you get school off, dress up in costumes, and celebrate life). At the age of five, I went through a phase where I only ate foods in or near the color family of my clothing. It just so happened that I relapsed this summer when I ordered cotton candy gelato. A flavor similar to the turquoise adorned sandals squeezing my fat feet together. From complete satisfaction of devouring the pretty aqua sugar-based meal, I continued to try this for a couple of weeks, and by weeks I mean twelve hours because it did NOT work. First of all, I ran out of red ensembles to match the pastas I kept wanting to order in Italia. I'm thinking it might come in handy for fall when my relationship with Merlot-blends get serious...and the spilling slash accidents of over-self serving won't damage because, oh wait, you CANT stay with red wine if you are wearing red wine hues. But on the other hand you can pretty much lose all nutritious value to your diet, especially on a neon color blocking day.
Cotton candy gelato, thanks to "Il Molo" in Gaeta, Italia