There are lots of them. In fact you have your own PENATES which looks after your food and drink.
Just the thing when you’ve just stuffed your face with a tremendous dinner and Auntie Maude appears at the door with fifteen anonymous relatives wilting with hunger.
Ancient lore tells that the Penates live in the kitchen, hidden inside the dusty Christmas pudding which lurks mysteriously at the back of the larder. Never throw it away!
But seriously, the PENATES are closely related to the MANES, another subset of personal Roman Gods for all occasions.
We expect they’ve branched out into fridges and freezers now. If you nip downstairs for a midnight snack they will know.