I think they’d be the best sort of food. Oh no. Not nassuims or however you spell it. Not dandelions, the ones who taste green and are akin to lettice. I want to eat a flower that tastes how it spells and looks.
Fresh. Cool. Sweet. Never sickly. Always refreshing. Beautiful. Colourful. With a slight crunch.
Doesn’t that just make you want to eat one? I mean, could anything (besides ice-cream or chocolate) be nicer than that? At least, in summer. In winter I don’t think it would be so fabulous. But a real summer treat, flowers would be. Springy.
Alas, flowers are not edible. Not in the way that I wish they were. They are for looking at and smelling, with which I will have to content myself. They really are a lovely thing, flowers are.
And since they are not made for delectable delight, God invented things like chocolate and ice cream to tide us over until we get to heaven, where roses will have a dark, rich flavour, and marigolds will be light and sweet. Bluebells will be sticky, and pansies will taste of a million different things at once.