The Land of Cockaigne is a sixteenth century mythical land of plenty, where ultimate luxury and physical comforts are always at hand. Pigs and geese roam around already roasted, hoping to be eaten. Fences are made of sausages and other delicacies drip into your mouth from roofs and trees. The down side of this edible utopia is it can only be reached by eating your way through three-miles of buckwheat porridge. This tale was often used as an allegory in times of hardship and depression.