meat pies and a ride

I was making meat pies, with a choice of stuffing: ground meat, stew, deer steak, potatoes. There was a boy or a man (who?) there. I was making pies for him, but he would not make up his mind.

I was riding in the back of a trailer or a sleigh with blankets wrapped all around me. At one point, my husband was there too. Sometimes we knew the destination, sometimes not.