It was July the last time that I had decent cheese. I just don’t know they think they are doing when they make cheese here, but they just don’t get it. There is Ball Cheese, which is exactly what it says it is; a ball of cheese coated in red wax. It is unremarkable in taste; eating a candle would be equally satisfactory and in fact eating it raw is not recommended at all. It is reserved for cooking only, when at least it becomes a little more palatable. There is some other cheese that comes in huge blocks but again it is entirely devoid of flavour.
So imagine my overwhelming joy when I discovered Red Leicester and English Mature Cheddar in a supermarket in Colombo. The attendant on the counter was highly amused at my state of excitement. I think I spent over £12 on 400grams of cheese! I am going to make myself seriously sick on it for the next few days; my body has adjusted to a diet with little dairy in it, but do I care!! Nooooo! It will be February before my next fix.
So next time you pick up your cheese at the supermarket – think of me and enjoy every mouthful.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
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