This snippet is from page 12 and caught my eye because it establishes one of the funniest traditions of the novels (and one of the things I've always liked about them) - the fact that Joyce Barnaby, the Chief Inspector's wife, is a horrible cook. As he says, she has many other wonderful abilities, but cooking (alas) is not among them:
It was almost nine o'clock. Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby sat at the dining room table facing a plateful of leathery strips, black and shiny as liquorice, surrounded by coils of yellowish green paste.Again, sounds like me. I can definitely identify with poor Joyce because I have the same problem: I am probably the world's worst cook. Even though my husband has always said (lovingly, if rather un-diplomatically) that I'm only the world's second worst cook because his mother was the first. So I suppose I got lucky there, even if he didn't.
"Your liver and greens are spoiled, dear," said Mrs Barnaby, implying that there had once been a time when they were not.
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