Food was never the first item on the menu when I sat down to write a novel. Action, yes, intrigue, definitely, but characters taking time out to enjoy a steak at a posh restaurant never really crossed my mind. The people I wrote about were more comfortable facing enemy fire than perusing the menu of an Italian eatery. In my first novel, Gray Justice, the closest anyone got to a decent meal was when six members of the SAS got together on a canal barge and sheared sausage, bacon and eggs! Oh, and there were the endless tins of Spam. Never forget the Spam!
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