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.