Answer: According to Irish mythology, Dagda, one of the major gods of the Túatha Dé Danann, was known for his love of food. The Fomorians, a giant race of monsters who were the enemy of the Túatha Dé Danann, once challenged his prodigious appetite. Pretending to be very hospitable, they said, “Welcome, Dagda. We know that you must be very hungry, so we are preparing your favorite meal for you: porridge.” Dagda watched with interest as the Fomorians poured into a great cauldron, a pot as large as the fists of five giants, eighty gallons of milk along with flour, fat, and bacon. To this they added whole carcasses of pigs, sheep, and goats. They cooked the mixture over a fire until it boiled and then lifted the pot from its tripod and poured the contents into a hole in the ground. “Now Dagda,” they informed him, “we insist you eat your porridge if you wish to remain alive and return to your people. We certainly do not want you to tell the Túatha Dé Danann that the Fomorians are inhospitable and are sparing with the food they feed their guests. We would kill you before we let you tell such a false tale!” Dagda was undaunted by this challenge. He picked up a spoon so large that two humans could recline comfortably in its bowl. With it, he lifted out huge hunks of bacon and salted pork. “It certainly smells delicious!” he exclaimed. Then he proceeded to eat all of his porridge. Using his fingers, he even scraped up and ate the last drops from the bottom of the hole, including some gravel. As he walked off to find a place to rest, the Fomorians laughed at the sight of him. Dagda’s stomach was so distended from his meal that he waddled. It was larger than the largest cauldron a large family would possess, and it puffed out in front of his body like a sail on a ship moving downwind.