The Guardian has recycled a very old story about a caterer who was asked to provide the food for a Roman orgy being held by a Harvard Professor in the Seventies.
The caterer, now a professor in her own right, duly went away and studied her texts of the famous Roman foodie Apicius. Apparently, she had no problem recreating stuffed larks or at least she had no problem coming up with a quail substitute.
However, she got stuck at nightingales’ tongues.
The article itself isn’t the best thing that has ever appeared in The Guardian but, having been invited to submit their own suggestions as to what to serve at an orgy, some of the readers’ comments are crackers.
One of the site’s more puritanical contributors suggests that ten year prison sentences should be served in order to discourage such moral decadence.
Rather more pragmatic was the suggestion that lemonade and crisps be served.
I’m no expert on these matters but imagine that a few bags of Monster Munch might not be the most important ingredient in ensuring that that the event goes with a swing.
However, an orgy might be the one place where it would be suitable to wear the Wine Bra. Invented by a character called Baron Bob, it’s the slightly more risque version of those baseball caps that hold a couple of cans of lager and have straws leading to the wearer’s mouth.
Baron Bob is an American so, with grim inevitability, he has called his product the Wine Rack. I’m not going to post a picture.