Hungry for bones. (2 of 10)

After his broken leg healed, Peter developed a taste for, well, bones.  He asked Marie, Queen of the Undead Mafia, where he could fine some old bodies.  She was more than happy to provide the requisite information to Peter, who proceeded to dig up centuries-old bones.  Peter has since developed not only a discriminating palate for bones, but has discovered his own latent creativity: Peter is a fantastically intuitive chef.  He develops deliciously rich recipes for his bones, such as the succulent baked le coq d'or.

Succulent as his recipes are, they lack a certain je ne se qua.  What is missing?  Peter ponders and realizes that the old bones are neither fresh nor plentiful--neither the quality nor quantity is enough to satisfy him.  He finds himself inside his head, unable to do anything else but dream of bones all day.  He hungers for bones.  Like an infant at his mother's breast, Peter simply cannot be teared away from bone eating.  But where to find the best, the freshest, the most well-structured and delectable bones to sate his hunger?