Just call me the salmon pink girl

So, I had a huge salad for lunch today with rather a lot of salmon in it and I got to musing about it. Not the salad but the salmon. I adore the color pink, in fact currently about half of my wardrobe is pink or some variation like rose. So, my question to myself was whether or not I was really happy about my salad because I like eating salmon or I just liked the pretty pink color. Not sure really, but I do think there is something to be said for eating a lot of differently colored food items. It leads to a sense of accomplishment, I mean I have eaten every hue under the rainbow today sorts of smugness. Plus, really natural food generally has prettier colors than processed crap, blood oranges for example are more attractive shades of orange than a bag of cheetos. Life saver candies look garish next to an array of fresh bell peppers and so on and so forth. I mean, think about a good farmers market (I used to live next to one) and one of the things which makes them so attractive and enticing is the different colors of the food which tumble out of baskets in each stall. Of course, I may be reading a lot into this, I am the child of a man who takes pictures of baskets of onions because it makes a nice thematic composition. Also, I may just like salmon and pink and my enjoyment of both may be totally unrelated. But hey, anything that makes my new set of food preferences fun is worth doing and I may just have blueberries with dinner today because I think they are pretty, taste good, and I need a little bit of bright blue in my diet (there is certainly no blue in my wardrobe).