Blessed, blessed red meat. Bison, in fact. With potatoes, pistachio and sweet spices, to be specific.
At this point we knew we were headed into the home stretch, and while we were tired and approaching our limit of savory dishes, we were all a little sad to see them go.
This dish was a really nice segway, what with its faintly Moroccan spicing (I remember thinking I tasted cardamom and allspice) and soft pistachios. Lovely and pretty and oddly comforting.