[You're an inspiration to us all, Doc. Durant is happy she didn't choose her pride over sense. Someone else could play with poisons... he himself wasn't much of a mixologist.]

...You're talking to one who was once Gruul. Choice ingredients weren't exactly on the menu; it was whatever you caught, slapped together and served in a bowl. I guess your answer is soups- even the grisliest meat still has its marrow to melt into the pot.