My favourite cheese in all the world is Pecorino. The fact that I can name an Italian cheese as my first cheese love is entirely due to my university boyfriend, Andrew. He also introduced my very naïve South African butt to pubs and Belgian fruit beer, but that’s a whole other blog post. The main point of this post is that I regularly have wedges of stinky weird cheeses taking up space in my fridge. They don’t last in the fridge for very long as cheese with a piece of fruit is a regular snack when I’m lounging on the sofa watching a box set or two. Even before I met Andrew I liked a bit of cheese. But if you’d asked me about varieties I would have looked at you with a blank stare. In South Africa I ate of the cheese. Of course I did, but it was mainly of the Cheddar and Edam sort. Red Leicester was introduced into the repertoire once I came to the UK. I didn’t really know there was much else. Please remember, befo...
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