When I was a kid in the 70's, we'd hunt a big piece of land near Sugar Hollow in Virginia. Lots of whitetails, bear and bobcat. There was a run down old cabin there beside a rushing brook at the foot of Carr's Ridge where my dad and his friends would stay. Breakfast would be served up about 5:30 am. One day, about 1:30 in the afternoon, I found myself high up on the mountain, hungry as the dickens, far from the cabin and victuals. I actually considered shooting a squirrel and building a fire. Then I felt something in the pocket of my capote (I was cool back then! My mom had made it for me. White, candy stripes!) My goodness! I retrieved it! A nice pancake, spread with strawberry preserves, rolled up and wrapped in wax paper! My dad (the cook) had slipped it into my pocket without me knowing it! It is, to this day, the most wonderful, satisfying, unlooked for meal that I have ever enjoyed! I washed it down with rushing water and took a brief nap. Supremely satisfying!!