Wandering into town today (because we have no snowpocalypse here in Darkest Somerset) I discovered a stall in our little mall selling cheeses. The young man running it has a mobile deli business, and being based in Somerset cheese is mostly what he sells. So of course I ended up buying some.
Not having Kevin here to help, I didn’t buy a pile of different cheddars to do a comparative tasting. I did, however, taste a few at the stall. The one called “Glastonbury Thwacker” was smooth and tasty but not quite as sharp as I live. The “blue vein” from Green’s of Glastonbury was much stronger, but I eventually opted for the equally strong and more delightfully named “Old Stinky”.
I also bought a Dorset Blue Vinney, a smoked cheddar with garlic that is guaranteed to see off any vampires and Twlight fans, and a Somerset Camembert. French readers will doubtless roll their eyes at that last one, and they are probably right to do so. However, Somerset cows are every bit as precious as California cows, and these cheese were allegedly personally signed by a lady called Bella so I figured I should see if these bovines know what they are talking about.