I've been having some creative, maybe even strange, ideas lately. Below is a poem I wrote about one such idea. Too bad I'm not an engineer.
From Tangerine, Plum and Carrot
Edible color makes me wonder
How Fuchsia and Lilac would taste
If they moved from the planter to my plate
Slices weeping a puddle of hues
Imagine a salad of fuchsia so fresh
The juice is like pomegranate staining your dress
The Lilac, a garnish, both vibrant and softly pastel
Where this thing came from it’s hard to tell
But one thing is known, domestic it's not,
only these tastes could come from a place I am not.