When I launched this blog there was the challenge of coming up with a suitably pithy strapline to go at the top of the homepage, to give visitors an idea of what’s the site all about.
After all, I wouldn’t want folk stumbling upon my small slice of the web and thinking they’d found the website for an actual temple of cheese!*
Following a great deal of deliberation, I decided to go with the line “Ramblings of a 30-something Englishman who dreams he’ll one day open his own cheese shop”. And it’s true – while I’m quite happy with my employment in a fairly middle-of-the road nine-to-five job, I have long clung on to the little pipe dream that I might get to jack it in one day and sell cheese for a living instead.
But what would you call a cheese shop?
My love of all things cheese-related is such that whenever I find myself buying a bag of crisps, I always tend to go for something with a cheesy flavour.
I dread to think how many bags of Wotsits and Quavers and cheesy Doritos I’ve eaten over the years – and whenever a new type of cheesy crisp gets launched, it’s always a fairly major event in my little world.
Of course, it must be pointed out that cheese-flavoured crisps don’t actually tend to contain that much cheese. Take Wotsits for instance – a quick Google search reveals that only 7% of all the ingredients that make up the cheese flavouring is from actual cheese. As far as I’m concerned though, that minor detail spoils the enjoyment of them not one little bit.
But what is the greatest cheese-flavoured crisp of them all?
Since I started this blog there have been numerous posts in which I’ve eulogised about how versatile cheese is, and we all know that it can be a key component of a wide range of different meals. Pasta dishes, pizzas, salads, risottos. Even soups.
However, there’s one particular culinary creation that never seems to get a look-in when people talk about their favourite cheese-based dishes – yet one which any right-thinking person will hold close to their heart as one of the ultimate comfort foods.
Yes, I refer to the simple wonders of cheese on toast.
I really, really like cheese – and if you’re reading this blog, the chances are you do too.
I reckon I like cheese much more than you though.
A bold claim, perhaps – but one that I think I can back up by revealing that I once risked life and limb in order to throw myself down a really steep hill, just to try and get my hands on a giant wheel of Double Gloucester!
I’ve said it before in this blog but I’ll say it again: one of the greatest things about cheese is that it goes really well with lots of different things. We’ll all have our own views on what the finest cheese-based culinary combos are – for me though, one of the greatest is that simple takeaway pleasure of cheesy chips. When you’re on the move and need to grab something to eat, it never fails to hit the spot…
Well we’ve all heard of extinct animals – today though, I’m going to tell you a story of an extinct cheese.
What’s more, it’s a very recent demise – and one which just so happens to have taken place here in my home town of Nottingham…
My love of cheese is quite well-known among my family and friends – and last year in one of my first posts on this blog, I talked about how people who know me often buy me cheese-related presents for birthdays and Christmas.
And this week saw my wife and I dust off probably my favourite such gift that I’ve ever received: my own Raclette grill.