That line, from Monty Python’s Cheese Shoppe sketch, sums up perfectly my relationship with cheese. I like Swiss, mozzarella, Parmesan, Monterrey Jack, Gouda, Edam, Brie…but I fuckin’ LOVE cheddar.
This is a problem living in Taiwan, where cheese is universally understood as slices of individually wrapped processed orange crap. There are two pretenders to cheddar – one out of New Zealand (which comes in Mild and Tasty…get that?…TASTY!), and one other brand which claims to be sharp but comes closer to an uncut block of the aforementioned processed ersatz cheese. I buy the New Zealand stuff, which almost, sorta tastes kinda like cheddar.
Found this story on the intertubes today – a 15-year-old cheddar.
I bet that cheese is crumbly and sharp. I bet that cheese tastes better than it smells, and I’m pretty sure I can smell it from here.
Here’s a link to the maker’s website. If any of you have a heart, send me a block of cheddar.
Old, aged, extra sharp.