I cycled to Southwark today, taking a route I used to follow when I worked there a while back. It took me over Tower Bridge, down Tooley Street then round the back streets by Southwark Cathedral, past Borough Market and through Park Street. And that's where I caught the scent of cheese from Neal's Yard Dairy. 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.
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I love stilton, but there's no need to squirrel it away in this house as no-one else does.
Sounds absolutely perfect with the soup! K x
That is indeed *such* a lovely cheese shop - I must go soon!
I've just come back from our local farm shop where I've been drooling over the very same kind of stilton :)
Last year my partner left his job just before Christmas. His colleagues, recognising that he is basically a stomach on legs, bought him a selection of things from Labour and Wait and half a large Stilton from Neals Yard. His last day at the office coincided with us going to a concert at the Festival Hall. The kids and I met up with him there to find him carrying a large Neal's Yard cardboard box containing the Stilton which he then deposited in the RFH cloakroom. Don't know what the cloakroom attendants made of the smell but the cheese was delicious.
Best wishes,
Joan
Nice to know I'm not a lone Stilton hound. Loved Joan's cheesy story.
love the whole idea of this post, the bike ride, the cold/wet/grey solstice, the scent of the cheese in the ancient streets. the celery and the looking forward to the stash.
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