"Two wings?"

Before now, comic characters have only subsisted on cosmic rays and Hostess Fruit Pies or some damn thing. But suddenly, a light bulb goes off over the Man of Steel's head! "Great Caesar(salad)'s Ghost," he exclaims, " I haven't had any breakfast in almost 70 years!!!!" With that, the Metropolis wonder goes about finding an IHOP for a stack of cakes. Thanks to some writer who "finally figured it out", heroes and villains will go hungry no more!

Anyone who thinks that "really writes about food well" is some kind of virtue for a comics writer, like that statement is a bolt of creative clarity, is a mental Jawa. What the hell were all comic characters doing in the last 30 years that I was reading their exploits? Clark Kent ate Cheerios on that Kansas farmhouse table, Spiderman was coaxed on umpteenth occasions with Aunt May's wheatcakes, the X-men ate lunch, breakfast and dinner at the X-mansion, or a NYC deli, or that pub in Westchester just about every other scene. I would go on with more, but you get the point. Short of showing comics characters going to the bathroom (which I vividly remember the Beyonder doing once), there really hasn't been much in the human dynamic that hasn't been covered by more talented writers over the years. Yes, food and the ritual of food are yet another dimension to add to a character to make them more human and have the reader identify with them more. But it's nothing new and it's nothing to hang your hat on.

"All this around, meat, bone, skin, pie, wood..."