Elk ribs braised in half a bottle of red wine, and the drippings from a smoked beef brisket for 6 hours on my kamado grill. All of the veggies out of the garden.
Somewhere in this tipi lies a man halfway broken by the mountain, nursing his wounds and thinking about the tall 2 point he stalked and missed earlier that day, full of lactic acid and high hopes for first light.