No Wensleydale, Gromit?
Thursday, November 24th, 2005 12:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanDamn you, Wallace and Gromit, damn you.1
I have just spent £26 on cheese. A nice big chunk of sentient Stilton, a decent size piece of Berkswell and a nicely mature single Cooleeney. But there is no Stinking Bishop, it has suddenly become harder to buy than a pork pie in Mecca. Until three months ago, no-one had ever heard of the bloody stuff; other than me and a bunch of Catholic priests who would buy it as a joke present for the bishop (the cheese emporium lies about a half way between the cathedral and the bishop’s residence), practically no-one knew of its existence. The rather sad looking cheese vendor (a man in a bowler hat and a butcher’s smock) informed me that he had ordered ten and had none delivered.
Such is the power of plasticine film stars.
I have bought instead, a cheese by the name of Vacherin Mont d’Or which I am informed is both runny and smelly2. So runny in fact, that it is served with a spoon.
I am led to understand that some people wrap it in tin foil, douse in wine and bake it for 10 minutes. This apparently makes it into something like a fondue but with none of the usual hassles.
My furry cardio-vascular system and I are intrigued by the prospect.
1But not really, of course.
2I am hopefully confident that it is actually a cheese with that description.
I have just spent £26 on cheese. A nice big chunk of sentient Stilton, a decent size piece of Berkswell and a nicely mature single Cooleeney. But there is no Stinking Bishop, it has suddenly become harder to buy than a pork pie in Mecca. Until three months ago, no-one had ever heard of the bloody stuff; other than me and a bunch of Catholic priests who would buy it as a joke present for the bishop (the cheese emporium lies about a half way between the cathedral and the bishop’s residence), practically no-one knew of its existence. The rather sad looking cheese vendor (a man in a bowler hat and a butcher’s smock) informed me that he had ordered ten and had none delivered.
Such is the power of plasticine film stars.
I have bought instead, a cheese by the name of Vacherin Mont d’Or which I am informed is both runny and smelly2. So runny in fact, that it is served with a spoon.
I am led to understand that some people wrap it in tin foil, douse in wine and bake it for 10 minutes. This apparently makes it into something like a fondue but with none of the usual hassles.
My furry cardio-vascular system and I are intrigued by the prospect.
1But not really, of course.
2I am hopefully confident that it is actually a cheese with that description.
