I stumbled on something: writing one book for years, often with mixed feelings at the end of a day, makes no payment to your everyday muse. But I like to eat, and I suffer the blight of omniverous travellers which is constantly missing certain tastes, so I started trying to recreate dishes I couldn't get locally - and I found it pays rent on the creative urge while the big job's underway. Nothing fancy, mostly comfort food. I don't do detailed recipes but here are some ideas that fed my muse...

Comfort City

Skide godt

Breakfast of champeens

Cure-all chicken soup

Hangover ammo