A wedge of this wonderful cheese, in all its stinky finery became my third 'cheese of the week'.
It came to me from Piedmont, Italy, via a man with many gestures at the Borough Market -London's finest and oldest food market. It has been at its present location for over 250 years. My new cheese did smell as if it had been there for a fair few too, but that old shoe stink never put me off a good cheese experience.
As the kind man of many gestures carved me my wedge off the massive, gooey round on his table, I asked him how I should eat my new Italian friend. He suggested with fruit, or just by itself.
And so I wandered over to a neighbouring stall, purchased some quince paste (not as good as my mum's, but you can't have everything) and some oat biscuits.
Another wonderful 'cheese of the week' experience.
I'm going to a conference on Gross National Happiness this evening... i think cheese is a key component of this. i might just bring it up in the meeting! xx
ReplyDeleteohhhhhhhhhh Milka chocolate! It got me around Europe.....mmmmmm
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