Zombie families roam the streets of social media whilst the TV screens in our homes are awash with life size images of intestines being drawn from the bowels of a recusant Catholic*and to follow there is always the not very good News: blood letting perfectly captures the current zeitgeist. However, pleasure in that particular spirit of the times does not course through my veins although blood most certainly does and that is exactly where I would like the majority of it to stay. I say the majority as I am always prepared for slight losses as the kitchen gods demand a certain amount of blood letting and, as we are vegetarian, the only source of “letting” is me. If some insane drug spree led me to having a tattoo it would be in the form of a blue catering plaster, with a drip of blood leaking from it, on my left index finger. Plums bleed. Put plums into cream and they bleed. Plums have turned our kitchen into an abattoir……we are living in the silence of the plums.
That looks appetizing. I’m planning a pork roast with plums.
I know the kitchen blood god well, but he’s no match for gaffa and three ply kitchen towel.
That looks like it could be my kind of tart tart – it’s definitely my colour!
I thought it might be😀
Oh GOD, a plum tarte tartin – that sounds quite divine.
…and so it is. First one I’ve made and definitely not the last:)
*laugh* Don’t think the Kitchen Gods usually bother with me. Not ‘cheffy’ enough to have sharp knives . . .
..Our daughter’s the same…never has sharp knives:)
very stimulating your “bloody tart”, thanks for sharing
…glad it got the blood flowing:)
Beautiful as ever Roger.
That was quite the visual! But the tarte tartin looks amazing.
Plenty of colour…..and plenty of taste…a real success:)
I really like your blog, your recipes are great!