A Food Poem from 12th Century Ireland

Wheatlet, son of Milklet,

Son of juicy Bacon,

Is mine own name.

Honeyed Butter-roll

Is the man’s name

That bears my bag.

Haunch of Mutton

Is my dog’s name,

Of lovely leaps.

Lard, my wife,

Sweetly smiles

Across the kale-top.

Cheese-curds, my daughter,

Goes round the spit,

Fair is her fame.

Corned Beef, my son,

Whose mantle shines

Over a big tail.

by Aislinge Meic Con Glinne (translated from Irish).