Interesting article for writers from Ploughshares on the act of food being dropped/inserted/stirred/shaken/baked into writing.
Speaking of which: The waitress? The one with the grease stain and the nametag? She’s been trapped in short fiction since 1942, serving that same horrible pot of coffee. Occasionally she gets to flirt. But she never gets to be a real character. I think it’s time we released her. Let her go serve happily at Waffle Hut and change into a clean dress already.
Read the rest of this article at Ploughshares blog.