Duck, duck, duck.
My favorite, which takes some time, is seared duck breasts in a fan, confit duck legs seared crispy on the skin, turnip and potato mash with lots of butter and a dab of honey, late arugula (very sharp and delicious!), and a sauce made mainly by reducing duck stock and fat red wine until it's syrupy. The next time I do this, I'm going to turn the neck skin, scrapings, giblets, and liver into a sausage with lots of garlic and smoked Spanish paprika: I did it with chicken a couple times this summer, and I betcha it'll be a killer with duck.
Of course, every now and again I get terrific really fresh-butchered pork from a very fat, late hog, and there's a whole range of charcuterie craziness that can happen there. Back in the day, Barre, VT was full of Italian families who'd come over to cut granite, and there are lovely stories about kids growing up looking high into the rafters at all the hanging fall pork products. Prosciutto would be ready for Easter, sausages through late fall and winter, what more could you ask?