I’ve had a job cooking for thieves. A novelty at first, and as the weeks mounted I began to cook that which was so obscure or forbidding-looking that only the truly hungry would eat, and that would work for a while. Then there was the matter of my hunger, and I decided to take things further and concoct whatever caught my fancy and was truly unappetizing looking. Then my boss, behind on payroll, asked me what I was cooking for if only I ate it. Word amongst the thieves is that he has cash flow problems.
This is not my literary method, if only it were! But I try to approximate it sometimes, like I do with anything that leaves a good taste in the mouth.