My wife and I once hiked into the Yosemite backcountry for a few days. On the way back out we overtook another couple who were also coming out after a horrible week. On their first night going in, a bear ate all their food. They still had their fishing gear and figured that once they made it to the lake they were headed for, they could catch all their food. Of course they caught nothing, and after a day or two had to hike all the way back out. So when we met them, they hadn't eaten in at least 3 or 4 days. They very politely asked if we had any leftover food, so we were happy to give them the half a bag of roasted peanuts in the shell we hadn't finished. They pounced on it and ravished it, all the while asking what kind of peanuts they were because they tasted way better than anything they'd ever had. We felt really sad for them because they were ordinary peanuts and it was hard to see such nice people in such distress.