Phew.............How very .........Fragrant!

Having been to town (in the snow) this morning, I felt entitled to a good lunch on my cold wet return.

The snow became sleet, then rain and I didn't feel noble or brave any more, merely damp, bedraggled, and scruffy so, time for a reward.

My lunch most days consists of a roll (usually large-seeded) and either egg, cheese or smoked salmon.

Add a few small tomatoes, some pitted black olives, a threat of lettuce and yum, my sort of lunch!

Today, as I opened the door of the fridge my nose (working efficiently for once thanks to the fresh air), was assailed by a stupendous pong.

"It's not that long since I defrosted the fridge is it"? I thought.  No, it was a lurking elderly Camembert, one of  the ones I had bought unripe, at Christmas.  Now decidedly ripe and almost leaping out of the fridge.

Just the way I like them.   By them, I mean all my powerful favourites, Chaumes, Camembert, Brie and co.

Poor John hated strong cheese and preferred the delicate flavours of Leerdammer, Edam and mild Cheddar, and when I was preparing our lunch he would sit  watching the mid-day news on TV and would suddenly bellow "you've got the b....y fridge door open again haven't you, that cheese is rank".

I would put his mild uninteresting lunch on a tray on his lap and gleefully cart my own evil-smelling trying to run off the plate, version of lunch into a corner away from him.

I have, I maintain, a very sensitive palate, able to discriminate between many different wines and quite delicately flavoured foods, but Oh how I love a really stinky cheese.

Today's lunch was excellent, thank you very much!