Gone medieval: Cockgaine (word of day)

Inspired by lunch with MH + Micah yesterday, a word for today (yesterday's = stygian)

Cockgaine

Like Atlantis and El Dorado, the land of Cockaigne was a fictional utopia, a place where idleness and gluttony were the principal occupations. In a 13th century French poem called "The Land of Cockaign": "the houses were made of barley sugar and cakes, the streets were paved with pastry, and the shops supplied goods for nothing."

According to one a Columbia University Press reference: "... roasted pigs wander about with knives in their backs to make carving easy, where grilled geese fly directly into one's mouth, where cooked fish jump out of the water and land at one's feet. The weather is always mild, the wine flows freely, sex is readily available, and all people enjoy eternal youth."

According to the New York Public Library, Cockaigne was: a medieval peasant’s dream, offering relief from backbreaking labor and the daily struggle for meager food.

Not sure I'd be so smitten with that level of excess; unless (as I first read) the grilled geese were grilled cheese...

C @ lunchtime