There was a time I used to treat myself to a bit of Colston Basset Stilton for Christmas. Laziness and crowd avoidance have kept me away since I stopped working in the area. Today I was lured by the scent of cheese coming from the shop and the lovely young cheese monger and I engaged in some mutual schmoozing. She gave me a sliver of stilton, explaining that the taste of cheese will change daily depending on the grass, the mood of the cows, whether the delivery lorry had got stuck in a traffic jam. It was delicious and I bought a small piece to take home to eat with my (best Fenland) celery, leek and apple soup. It was good, very good, a perfect match. I've put it on ration so we can have some tomorrow too.
I keep thinking of the cool, damp, scent of that cheese shop now.