Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, If You Did What I Did Then You’d Be Scared Too.
This is just a friendly reminder of the dangers of food color. I have learned you should keep the nozzles on the tubes clean. Don’t let the color dry and clog up the opening. I’m a little impatient when I make things, it’s not a positive trait for the best results but there I was squeezing one of the clogged tubes and believe me, I shouldn’t be squeezing anything. In college I got a painful wrestling injury to my hand. The referee kept stepping on it before I could tap out. Anyway, the pressure I applied to the tube was too much for it and the color spurted out. It was on the floor, the wall, in my hair and well...everywhere. I spent he next twenty minutes cleaning it up while saying naughty words. Of course it was then that our neighbors decided to drop by. My husband invited them in while I darted to the bathroom to make myself presentable. I removed my sweatshirt and looked in the mirror. To my horror, I saw a vein protruding down the length of my mid-section. Dear God, I thought I must be having some sort of thrombotic episode. Was it my imagination? No, there it was, big as day, a long blue vein staring back at me. I didn’t have my phone with me so I couldn’t call 911 and I was about to yell for my husband when I realized the color I had been working with was blue. I picked up my sweatshirt and sure enough there was a line of blue food color down the front. I was relieved that I hadn’t called for an ambulance and it did take a couple of days for the vein to wash away but it taught me a lesson. A leopard can change its spots.