Best of everything to you!
A Boston hospital story:
My wife's little {some sort of cousin} from Monroe, Louisiana was three years old when he went to Boston to have an open-heart procedure to (successfully) fix a birth defect. He woke up the next day and complained to his Bostonian nurse that his tummy hurt. She said, "Well, dear, you are probably very hungry. What would you like to eat? We'll get it for you!"
And he replied, "Deer meat. And grits!"
That request may well not work for you either, RAZD.