This made me think of the Vision of Mac Conglinne immediately. So I guess the old Gaels would have liked your recipe at least.
A lake of new milk I beheld
In the midst of a fair plain
I saw a well-appointed house
Thatched with butter.
Puddings fresh-boiled were its thatch-rods
Its two soft door-posts of custard
Its dais of curds and butter
Beds of glorious lard
Many shields of thin pressed cheese.
Under the straps of those shields
Were men of soft sweet smooth cheese
Men who knew not to wound a Gael
Spears of old butter had each of them.
A huge cauldron full of meat
(Methought I'd try to tackle it),
Boiled, leafy kale, browny-white
A brimming vessel full of milk.
A bacon house of two-score ribs,
A wattling of tripe - support of clans -
Of every food pleasant to man,
Meseemed the whole was gathered there.
A bacon palisade,
Of chitterlings of pigs were made Its beautiful rafters
Splendid the beams and the pillars of marvelous pork
A butter draught-board with its men, smooth, speckled, peaked
God bless the words I utter, A feast without fatigue!
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