“Your characters are always eating,” a reader once remarked.   It’s true. And ever since this comment I’ve wondered if I subconsciously feed my characters whatever I’m craving at the moment. My characters do engage in a lot of chopping, tasting, and mug cradling:  Bright tart lemonade and homemade cakes in Mother of My Son. Bacon right off the bat in chapter one in The Ground Beneath Us as well as continuous cups of coffee (I was a caffeine addict at the time). Fragrant spoonfuls of Ghormeh Sabzi and velvety dollops of clotted cream – but not at the same time – in The Girl on the Tube. Surprisingly complex Chicago style hotdogs in The Girl and the Green Hat.  Good…