Tough to single one out... I guess it might be easier to remember the (few) lousy meals. Steak, potatoes, salad, bread, wine, fruit, coffee, dessert - that's too frequent to be memorable.

Likewise cold weather noontime meals - I tend to carry the same things each time for those circumstances.

Hmmm... Shepherd's Pot Pie on a cold evening in the Rockies was pretty good. Ground beef, green beans, onions, tomato paste, covered with mashed potatos covered in turn with melted sharp cheddar cheese. Trivial with a dutch oven but a bit of a challenge to prepare properly with backpacking cookware.

I believe that my best/most memorable meals have all been because who was with me - or in some cases, the absence of any companionship, coupled with the surroundings. I mean, the food is usually quite good - I like to eat so I pack accordingly. But my best meal memories come from a three legged stool: location; circumstances; presence or absence of companionship.

Specific meals with my Dad, a few with my Mom, many with my wife, many with one or two of our kids (honestly, things are too busy with all 4 kids along for many of those occasions to stand out for a meal memory). And meals alone in grand and interesting places, where the "alone" part was some of the seasoning for the meal.

Regards,

Tom