I am reading a biography of Caesar Augustus, and his usual dinner sounded too much like what Poo would have ordered in a Paris restaurant if it had been on the menu:

“The meal opened with the gustatio, tasting, during which appetizers were served: various pulses, cabbage in vinegar, pickled fruit and vegetables, strongly spiced mashes of shrubs and weeds such as nettle, sorrel, and elder, and snails, clams and small fish. A fashionable delicacy was stuffed and roast dormice.”

Yummmm!