Why your cheese board serves up a delicious slice of British history
A mournful sadness blights my existence: cheese makes me ill. Since a severe bout of listeria poisoning 15 years ago, I cant so much as taste a bit of Stilton on an oat cracker. My dodgy digestion even denies me that glory of pub dinners, a Cheddar ploughmans with lashings of pickle. In Britain, to be unable to eat cheese is, in many ways, a kind of exile. As a passionate book by cheesemonger Ned Palmer — the paperback edition of which has become a quirky hit in the build-up to Christmas — ...
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