One thing that always makes me a bit peeved and a lot sad as a reader is dismissive attitude towards the reality of food preparation.
Everytime someone writes "he went to the kitchen and in a few minutes returned with a bowl of steaming hot, freshly cooked pork and lotus soup" or "I'm making caccio e peppe tonight, where did I put the rice?", a little piece of my soul dies.
Am I unnecessarily bitchy? Yes, I'm bitchy, but we all have pet peeves, and I love food, and I love the little people on the pages loving food, and if they use food as a love language or affection-signifying gesture, doesn't it deserve to be treated the least bit right?
I'm just saying, a good stew takes hours to make, you can't really make a good roast in less than half an hour, and any meat broth cooked for just a few minutes without the modern convenience of a pressure cooker is not even a boiled tasteless water, it's just water still struggling to even bubble.
That is not a declaration of love, and it's never gonna read as one to anyone who actually likes food.
And that just makes me sad.