NO! NE! OTE! MELE!

[muckefuck]

Another entry from the oddities of mediaeval cookery page highlighted specifically for the appreciation of monshu, since I'm forever mocking him about the oatmeal-based cuisine of his ancestors:

Buttered Wortes. Take al maner of good herbes that thou may gete, and do bi ham as is forsaid; putte hem on the fire wit faire water; put there-to clarefied buttur a grete quantite. Whan thei ben boyled ynog, salt hem; late none otemele come there-in. Dise brede small in disshes, and powre on the wortes, and serue hem fort. [emphasis added]