Shepherds pie.

It's 100km from Pipers Brook to Weldborough and Ben had done 20km of the return trip when he realised that he'd left something behind and had to turn around and go back, making it a 140km trip late into the night. It was freezing cold riding the mountain roads and not all the wildlife was intimidated by the sound of a 600cc Ducati Monster Dark thudding along the highway. At one point a dazzled possum brought him to a complete stop and required some gentle nudging with a boot to persuade it to get off the road. By the time he arrived back at Weldborough, the hotel was closed. He'd had nothing to eat since lunch but the only option was to retire to the tent for the night. After a while, he noticed an odd smell. He looked around but couldn't see anything in the tent then opened the door. There, on the ground, someone had left a plate covered in aluminium foil, and under the foil there was a hot shepherds pie; the perfect meal for a hungry traveller on a cold night.