Feeling blue

When we lived in New York, I discovered a cheap and cheerful airline called Jet Blue that got us to Orlando and Cancun for a fraction of the price the other airlines were charging.

And they’ve done us good service again to Charleston, well, aside from running 90 minutes late on their departure time (so I didn’t really need to get up at 5.30am).

But this isn’t a sponsored post for Jet Blue.

It’s more of a giggle about the inflight snacks – blue potato chips and blue cupcakes. Not colours I normally associate with being edible, though they appear to be common in the US – blue corn being an actual vegetable that corn chips are made from and, it appears, the same goes for blue potatoes.

But then food hues never fail to surprise me – when we lived in Singapore there were black -skinned chooks for sale at the supermarket. Could never quite bring myself to try them.

Speaking of chooks, there are breeds that produce blue eggs … But that’s just the shells, the insides are garden variety white and yellow.

I’m rambling, aren’t I?

Ah, well, while I’m at it I might as well reminisce (again?) about the green-hued buffet I insisted my parents take me to for my birthday every St Patrick’s Day as a kid. Green mashed potatoes, green spaghetti, uniformly green dessert buffet … I loved it!

As for the holiday, we’re off to a pre-wedding celebration tonight so I might not get a chance to blog over the next 24 hours – hence the blue-food musings.

Can’t wait to fill you in on what a Southern wedding rehearsal entails.

In the meantime – tell me about the weirdest coloured food you’ve ever seen/eaten. Did the hue put you off?