I find this odd, as I’m fairly certain that I enjoy the full spectrum of food colors, with the possible exception of grey.
My dad once became obsessed with carrots and ate so many that the excess beta carotene turned the whites of his eyes yellow. (Okay, not really; it actually turned out that he had hepatitis, but for a while there, the excess carrot thing was his favored and at least somewhat plausible hypothesis. Plus, it illustrates my point, as to my chromosomally-acquired obsessive tendencies, so why should I let reality get in the way of a good analogy?)
I don’t think I’m quite this obsessive myself, at least not with food, although my blog content says otherwise.
I’ll try to think of a different topic to write about, or at least a different color to cook with eventually, I promise. But for now, I’ll be in the kitchen with my sweet potatoes and cheezits. And of course, my leftover carrot soup. That stuff is good!