A cheesy week
This week’s Sunday Croissant is all about cheese.
Why I hear you ask?
Well partly because I can’t do anything at the moment without being reminded of cheese. When ever I open the fridge I get a complex whiff of cheeses - some are left over from Christmas, some are lingering from a recent trip to Spain, and one in particular is getting ready for a garlicky heated oozing of Camembert with bread dipped in for Sunday evening. And the other reason? Well, just why not?
Let’s start with some quotes about cheese here:
“Any country with 300 cheeses cannot die”
Winston Churchill, during the German occupation of France
“How can you be expected to rule a country that has 246 varieties of cheese?”
Charles de Gaulle
“Age is something that doesn’t matter, unless you are a cheese”
One of my particular favourites - “The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese”
“The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.”
“You have to be a romantic to invest yourself, your money, and your time in cheese.”
“A silence fell at the mention of Gavard. They all looked at each other cautiously. As they were all rather short of breath by this time, it was the camembert they could smell. This cheese, with its gamy odour, had overpowered the milder smells of the marolles and the limbourg; its power was remarkable. Every now and then, however, a slight whiff, a flute-like note, came from the parmesan, while the bries came into play with their soft, musty smell, the gentle sound, so to speak, of a damp tambourine. The livarot launched into an overwhelming reprise, and the géromé kept up the symphony with a sustained high note.”
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