Stilton

For the purposes of this opinion I should be grateful if you would pop a CD into your player of traditional Greek bazouki players. Those of you who are without benefit of such an album should hum along while you read or ask a member of the family or next-door neighbour to sing to you for the duration. The reason for this strange request, as some of you may have already realised, is that it is nigh on impossible to think about any sort of cheese without Monty Python's 'Cheese Emporium' sketch. Imagine if you will that I am Michael Palin and this is my cheese emporium. Hmm, if this opinion is to get anything other than a NU rating it is at this ...  Read the complete review

What makes a cheese great, it's not simply how good it tastes but rather like a fine wine it's the subtlety and depth of flavour that reflects the amount of care and time that has been spent in making it. In this regard Stilton fit the bill. >>>>A BRIEF HISTORY<<<< Stilton was first produced in the 18th century in the Melton Mowbray area also famous for other gastronomic delights (pork pies). There is a village called Stilton (just south of Peterborough) but although the cheese takes its name from here no cheese was ever produced in the village. Due to the strategic position of Stilton it became a convenient stop for coaches and ...  Read the complete review

You all know I like chocolate, don’t you? You’ve not missed that particular salient fact about me? Thought not. I do like chocolate. I love it. But I also love cheese. As I love all chocolate, just about, so do I love all cheese, just about. And, as with chocolate, with cheese I have my favourites. Stilton is one of them. What a lovely cheese it is. It's just so grand somehow. So creamy and veined and marbled with that brown, textured rind. It just looks so good sitting there on your cheese board, so, well, so smart and refined and, well, grand. It’s a proper cheese. It looks like a really good, proper cheese. Even the colours are strong but ...  Read the complete review

I'll start by apologising because cheese is my addiction and like any other addiction it can make you behave in a manner totally out of your control. Some days are better than others, some days I can control it, but some days the cravings are too much and my behaviour becomes erratic until there's no helping it and I overdose, euphoria strikes and I insist that my sons join with me in the cheese song: "Cheese, glorious cheese, Brie, Stilton, Red Leicester…" There are many verses, my sons and I know them all. See what I mean? See what happens when I start even thinking of cheese? I'll take a quick break… ...  Read the complete review

I am sure that everyone is aware of what stilton looks like and more importantly how stilton ‘smells’! I always used to call it sock cheese when I was younger, as it really didn’t taste good to me and indeed I thought it smelt of old socks! Not really a paragraph that inspires confidence in the greatest British cheese, but it really is, well in my opinion anyway! For those of you who don’t know what I am talking about it is the creamy, looking cheese which smells, and has ‘veins’ of blue mould running through it and has a wrinkly brown crust, usually served at Christmas time. I am of course only talking about the ...  Read the complete review