Day 39: The Color Purple, or Gruel Part II

I have always loved the color purple.  It is such a deep, beautiful color.  It is the color of crocuses and orchids and phlox.

I think I look good in purple, and I have a few purple shirts of various shades.  One of my favorite shirts was purple, but Mia tore it ("accidentally") to the point where it could not be salvaged, and I had to throw it out. 

Purple, of course, is a royal color, mainly because in medieval times, it was very expensive to make. 

Purple is the color of many foods that I love.  Grapes, eggplant, plums, cabbage, blueberries (look close, they really aren't all that blue), and blackberries (again, they aren't all that black).  It is the color of mulberries, which are close to my heart because we used to go to this church which had planted mulberry trees on its front lawn (not a good idea, by the way).  Every summer and fall, the mulberries would fall making large purple stains on the sidewalks below (actually, you would have thought that the sidwalk had been painted purple because the stains never went away).  All of the children, including my oldest daughter, would go over and try a few after church.  Their faces would be stained as purple as the sidewalk when they were done. 

So here is a question:  If purple is such a great color, and things that are purple taste so good, how is it that this doesn't taste very good?

Yes, folks, this is my "gruel" for the week.  Oatmeal with blackberries, blueberries and raspberries.  In theory, it should taste great, but apparently, given that it stayed in this jello-like molded form for about 40 minutes before I finally had to eat it, and given that it really does not taste that good, I have done something dreadfully wrong in preparing it.