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Cheese on Boxing Day

I do love good cheese. There was very little of it in the Wallace and Gromit special last night, but rather more involved in Boxing Day lunch: creamy-dry Cornish Yarg, delicate crumbly Lancs, cheerful Wensleydale with apricots, and two (!) kinds of blue Stilton.

One of the Stiltons was an extra-crumbly dry one, left over from C.'s brother's contribution to the meal. D. has moved into cooking, and has been working as a chef for about three months. Between that and his general love of cooking, he's been doing much more of it and more creatively than before. He brought us a tureen of roasted squash and turnip soup, lightly sweet, with the crumbly Stilton to be taken to bits and scattered across our bowls to add vivacity. The added depth of flavor, the slightly acid cheese, contrasted beautifully with the sweetness. D. wasn't even around to enjoy it himself: work had already lured him back to Liverpool.

It was otherwise a ritual post-Christmas meal: slices of bread, slices of turkey, all ready to be made into sandwiches. Homemade pickled onions. Homemade chutney. Salad. Cheese. Christmas cake.

I would post photos of the long afternoon light filtering through stark trees to reflect in the ponds of the Brickcroft during our digestive walk, but I forgot my camera cable in packing.

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relentlesstoil
Dec. 27th, 2008 02:05 pm (UTC)
Hooray for cheese!
One of these days I hope to have you over for a proper Cheesemas.
owlfish
Dec. 27th, 2008 05:20 pm (UTC)
I would love to! It may yet be convenient. My parents were in CT for Christmas this year, after all (even if we weren't).
drasecretcampus
Jan. 4th, 2009 12:20 am (UTC)
Cheese snobs inquire as to the dairies whence the Stilton came.

You must go to Tom's Cheese when you are in Canterbury.
owlfish
Jan. 4th, 2009 05:50 pm (UTC)
If I had had access to the packaging or if it had come readily to memory of C.'s parents at the table, I could have told you the origins of the creamier, smoother, milder Stilton. And yet, the information was not immediately available to me, so I cannot now tell you. I can tell you various Stiltons which it wasn't, but that won't help.

The crumbly one for the soup arrived wholly without provenance, a chunk wrapped up in tin foil for transportation.

Tom's Cheese does sound mighty fine! The downside to having Monday-only teaching commitments is that I shall have to make opportunities to be in town when the Goods Shed is open.
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