Quel Fromage!
Thursday, November 27th, 2008 11:42 amDue to the end of something important, or the completion of a landmark piece of policy or something, someone has brought in some Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Well, it would have been rude to go through the morning ignoring someone’s largesse, so I have just scarfed one down. My, my, they do have a different chemical composition to other doughnuts, don’t they?
Tomorrow is the start of GASPs and a four-day weekend for me. At lunchtime I have to nip along to Tachbrook Street in Pimlico and purchase the cheese supplies for the weekend. I haven’t given the chaps much choice in the matter over the past 20 years, largely confining myself to varying the amount of Stilton, depending upon how much I think I can get away with. Over the past few years the selection has been Stilton, Berkswell and Coolheeney, and in the past two, Vacherin.
This year I decided to tout for opinions and it seems that Stilton and Vacherin are definitely still on the menu, plus another soft cheese, so I guess the Coolheeney stays, too. A vote was put in for a nice hard Dutch cheese of some kith, kin or kine, so that might spell the demise of the Berkswell, a nice hard, appley sheeps’ cheese.
I don’t think that we get through enough cheese between us these days to justify a selection of five, but I shall muse upon it.
I shouldn’t have eaten that doughnut; I can see through time and space.
Tomorrow is the start of GASPs and a four-day weekend for me. At lunchtime I have to nip along to Tachbrook Street in Pimlico and purchase the cheese supplies for the weekend. I haven’t given the chaps much choice in the matter over the past 20 years, largely confining myself to varying the amount of Stilton, depending upon how much I think I can get away with. Over the past few years the selection has been Stilton, Berkswell and Coolheeney, and in the past two, Vacherin.
This year I decided to tout for opinions and it seems that Stilton and Vacherin are definitely still on the menu, plus another soft cheese, so I guess the Coolheeney stays, too. A vote was put in for a nice hard Dutch cheese of some kith, kin or kine, so that might spell the demise of the Berkswell, a nice hard, appley sheeps’ cheese.
I don’t think that we get through enough cheese between us these days to justify a selection of five, but I shall muse upon it.
I shouldn’t have eaten that doughnut; I can see through time and space.