One thing all serial killers have in common is that they wear purple trousers, black hats, and they smile a sickly-sweet smile. In demeanour they are gentle folk, the neighbours never see it coming, their boss thinks they lack ambition, but he also thinks they are a good kid. They make friends with the waitress in the local diner. She thinks its all sweetness and light, but something lurks beyond.
Nobody can quite put a finger on it, but its there. The white socks, the slightly unhinged eye movements of an uneasy soul, the irritation when questioned too hard. But its never enough to scream out "danger", "danger", "danger". Then when you are not expecting it - bang - the violence comes. It stays, it screams, you scream, the heat, the pain, the inhumanity. Then it subsides into darkness. All is quiet. If it’s a serial killer, you are now dead. If it’s Plum Chilli you are now ready for another bite.
If you came here looking for recipes and lifestyle images of people pouring sauce over perfectly styled food then you are in the wrong place. Plum Chilli doesn’t do recipes. Plum Chilli will stand naked in your kitchen whispering “eat me... bitch”, and it will not care less what's on the side. Neither will you.
Search social media for #killerplum. Forget about sleeping later.
