Talk:Medb/@comment-116.87.19.80-20180319081240/@comment-27346922-20180320200504

Furbaid had been camping the spring she frequented, basically living in the woods so that he would have a good view of when she chose to bathe, and because he wasn't actually expecting her when she appeared he only had his provisions at hand as he had used all nearby stones to keep his practice up. One of those provisions was a hard block of cheese he would gnaw on, and it's important to note that cheese in pre-Roman Ireland isn't the same type of soft, chewy goodness we know today, but rather hard curdled milk preserved with salt and kept in animal stomaches or skins. A tough chunk you would have to moisten or suck on a bit to chew, which made it great as an outdoor meal you could carry with you.