The Dagda's Cauldron

Because I'd mostly forgotten the Celtic legend until I was reading a book in this past year, that mentioned the myth...

an excerpt from the prologue of Lyn Hamilton's The Celtic Riddle:
"Now there was a god! An excellent one, by his own description. A giant, with appetite to match. It was the Dagda who had a cauldron in which pigs were cooked. This was no ordinary cauldron, nor ordinary pigs. Was always a pig ready, and the cauldron never empty, no matter how many came to dine. And, to top it all, the cauldron's contents were said to inspire the poet and revive the dead."

And it seemed like the right name for a journal about period food and cooking.

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