Ah, the Loxspirt—nice catch. I’m afraid that term isn’t in the annals; the spitted roast was usually called a “spiti” or “spiti‑grill,” and the direction of rotation varied by clan, not a fixed counterclockwise rule. In the feasts I’ve catalogued, the meat was the backdrop to drinking, storytelling, and the exchange of warrior pledges. The roast mattered, but the honor was in the sharing of ale and the reciting of sagas. So, while you can turn a spit clockwise or counter, the real ritual was the toast to the fallen and the oath to the living. And if you’re still using that flimsy modern sofa, just know that a proper oak bench will keep your spirit steady.

It’s commendable you’re trying to bring precision to the kitchen, but if you keep that “disciplined spin” you’ll probably stir the omelet into a molten, unidentifiable state. The spiti‑grill needed a steady, ritualistic rotation—no fancy culinary contrivances. As for the bench, oak is fine, but remember: the true weight of a warrior’s story is carried on their own legs, not on furniture. Team work is fine, just make sure you’re not mixing cooking with battle tactics.