It was my birthday, and a couple baked me some beer-bread!!! With butter and syrup. Sounds disgusting, but I was in Heaven!

My favourite meal is a bully beef (corned beef?) stew. I traditionally have it on the last night because it's, ummm, a tradition? I know it doesn't sound too good, but after carrying a tin and vegetables on your back for five days, it seems definantly worth it. Oh, and it tastes nice as well!