Dinner of Dead Men by Jacqui Jacoby

DINING

July 25^th means Haggis night at The House.  Even the Haggis Haters will partake.

March 23^rd: It’s Corn beef and Hash cooked under the amazing eye of Travis and served with enough Irish ale to make a vampire drunk on his birthday.

Evan makes his own birthday chocolate pudding cake, a recipe he remembers from his Mom.

Having your life taken by a creature of the night, waking to find everything is now different…nothing before the event can prepare you for what comes next.  Grabbing your first meal, your second meal … it is a while for you to realize you might have liked your Mom’s Mac & Cheese but you can’t eat it now. 

You can stand outside a diner in 1956 and watch the people with the apple pie, but until you make the move to live different, you will be more interested in the guy eating the pie, then the pie.

It takes a strong will, stronger than most, to look at the victims and have compassion.  But once you do, the reality of real food, food that made up the memories of your life are before you. It wasn’t forefront on your mind, but the concept eventually sneaks in.

Travis grew up in Napa Valley working the vineyard to make the product that went perfect with his Italian Mom.

Quinn is from Bean Town, wants nothing more than a hamburger with fries.

When Travis walked out of that pub with Stuart in 1958 the new life was out there. They just had to find it.

And then did.  In holiday cuisines.  IN people with jokes and smiles, In a white birthday cake with raspberry filing.

Food in fiction can be used as a tool to define a character or plot.  Does your detective take four sugars in his coffee?  Or perhaps your Asian heroine loves to cook in the culture of her homeland.

For my Dead Men, the addition of a diet that was pleasurable and not just necessary was an added benefit to living blood free.  They no longer could look into the eyes of a victim and accept that they would take this person’s life. Once the withdrawals were done, once they had a chance to eat other than what was necessary the realization that a whole list of food and beverage was before them.  They could have what they wanted and enjoy every bite.  When they were done with that, there was always dessert.

                Every one  of the Dead Men came from a human beginning where lives were lived with loved ones, celebrations included. And then they weren’t. They were alone, living a life of desolation, the mere piece of chocolate toxic to them.

                They found each other. 

                They found a way. 

                And even if the Christmas dinner is ruined, they can count on Chinese.

Meet the Author                      Jacqui Jacoby 

Award-winning author, Jacqui Jacoby lives and writes in the beauty of Northern Arizona. Currently adjusting to being an empty nester with her first grandchild to draw her pictures, Jacqui is a self-defense hobbyist. Having studied martial arts for numerous years she retired in 2006 from the sport, yet still brings strength she learned from the discipline to her heroines. She is a working writer, whose career includes writing books, teaching online and live workshops and penning short nonfiction.

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                    A Collection of Dead Men Stories

Travis Ricci, Ian Stuart, Jason Sullivan, Quinn Nelson and Evan Harris—before the Dead Men debuted in Dead Men Play the Game, these five guys had lives which took them across the Pacific Northwest, making their own history which could be no one's, but their own.
          They faced funny, they faced sadness, and they made sure each one of them was standing when the sun finally rose each day.

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