Sometimes it’s hard to stop writing and make dinner for the family. You’ve been immersed in your world for hours, and when you eventually surface (usually because the family is gathered around your desk, gazing hungrily at the empty coffee cup as if hoping there might be a drop or two left for them), there’s nothing in the fridge that won’t require at least an hour of complicated thawing and cooking to be edible. Not to worry! Cooking and writing have many similarities, and all you have to do is think about your chosen genre to come up with a fabulous dinner that will make the family cheer.
The mystery writer should grill a thick, juicy steak, just to doneness on the outside. When your family cuts into it, not only will they have a healthy dose of protein to build muscle and bone, but the telltale blood on the plate will spark your imagination and maybe reveal to you who the real killer in your story is.
If you’re writing noir mysteries, though, forget the steak. Toss back a shot of scotch, turn up the collar of your trench coat and disappear into the dark of the mean streets. The kids can feed themselves. It’s a hard world.
Whether the robots are secretly plotting to take over the world or there’s an asteroid on a collision course with the Earth, science fiction writers have more important worries than mere food. Packages of delicious freeze-dried roast beef and peas, with a dessert of freeze-dried ice cream, make a quick dinner. And they’re simple to carry in the car when the apocalypse wipes out refrigeration. Hey, don’t complain, you could be eating Soylent Green.
Beans and bacon and cactus water. And ye’d best be grateful fer that, ye young whippersnapper!
Ahhh, love. The emotion that awakes such exciting appetites. Light several dozen candles all around the house, placed strategically on piles of rose petals. Melt Gruyère in the fondue pot, and slice cubes of artisan bread to sensuously dip into the warm, smooth cheese. Serve with hand-dipped chocolate strawberries and sparkling wine. The kids? Send them to Grandma’s. Or lock them in the attic, if you espouse the V C Andrews parenting style.
To the table bring Oynouns and Percely salade, a dishe of artechokes, Eeles in Bruet and the Humbles of a Deere. If your family balks at these somewhat unfamiliar dishes, just remind them that there are starving children in the 15th century who would gladly eat this food instead.
Take the family to a dimly lit, family owned Italian restaurant and order the spaghetti fra diavolo and tiramisu. Ignore the men in black suits at the corner table staring at you. There’s no way they know about the classified files on the flash drive in your pocket, the one you plan to sell to the Ukrainian gold dealer tonight on the docks. Enjoy your dinner. And no, it doesn’t taste funny…that’s just the garlic.
Three bites of lembas bread washed down with a cool glass of miruvor, while being serenaded by the gentle voices of the Rivendell Elves as they sing their grief at sailing for the Undying Lands.
Then again, if none of these appeal to you, there’s always Chick-Fil-A. 😀