Saturday, 9 February 2013
Phew.............How very .........Fragrant!
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!
Posted by Ray Barnes at 2:30:00 pm