In Spare Change, Sunny Randall, improbable wonder woman, psychoanalytic subject, and heroine of several recent novels does the same. In one scene, a tuna noodle casserole creates an opportunity for some of Parker's characteristic archness. Sunny is having lunch with her mother, her sister, and her sister's fiance Charles. "My mother had made tuna-noodle casserole and served it with a side dish of tomato aspic on a lettuce leaf. There was a basket of brown-and-serve rolls, and butter in a cut-glass dish," Sunny, the narrator, says.
The conversation turns to the wine that Charles had brought them. "It's really very drinkable," Charles says, pretending not to notice that the mother has poured herself a stiff bourbon. "From Alsace. Ideal for a convivial lunch, I think. Especially with fish." Sunny's mother mentions that tuna-noodle casserole had been her daughters' favorite. Sunny continues to report this conversation:
"It looks delicious," Charles said. "Do you make your own noodles?"
My mother nodded enthusiastically.
"I boil them first," my mother said. "But about a minute less than they need, so that they can cook in the casserole without getting overcooked."
Charles nodded vigorously.
"And are they homemade?"
"Sure, I made the whole casserole this morning."
"And the noodles?"
I couldn't tell if Charles was merely making conversation of if he was busting her chops for his own amusement.
"The noodles?" my mother said.
As far as my mother knew, noodles came in a box. She'd never imagined someone making them.
"Mom uses Prince noodles," I said.
"Absolutely," my mother said. "I swear by Prince."
"They'll be fun to try," Charles said. "Anyone been to Tuscany?"
And so on. I won't bore you by further comment on how Parker writes dialog. It's worth a read, even if his plots are now beyond improbable and his characters are less than 2-D.