When a few years ago I came across ‘Blood on the table’, a collection of essays about food in crime fiction, I was amazed. Two of my favourite topics in a single book? I ordered the book immediately and impatiently awaited its arrival, wondering about its contents. How much was there to say about food and crime, beyond talking about poison? Quite a lot, as it turned out. The essays were a real treat and talked about things like detectives’ eating habits, gender and food and food and politics.