I love cheese. I love it so much that to this day, I can overeat enough of it to make me almost sick. I love it so much that I kept a stock of the locally produced compressed milk pellets on hand to sate my cravings, even though they barely tasted cheesy. Even cheese food is a wonderfully delicious product to my taste buds.
As a cheese lover, I’m always ready to try new shapes and flavors. Most recently this took the form of a something-or-other round with cranberries in it. What could be more delicious than cheese? Cheese with fruit, of course! Yum. After sharing more than half a round with Corina, I was able to convince myself to stop consuming, but it was difficult. It was, after all, a sweet, crumbly cheese – what could be better for dessert, for a perfect cap to any meal? And after the cap, how about a recap? I still get shivers just thinking about it.
If there’s one thing both thinking and deliciousness lead to, it’s research. So, after a cursory interweb browse, I feel pretty confident that the cheese we consumed so rambunctiously was a Wensleydale. Wensleydale comes from Yorkshire, specifically the town of Hawes. I feel like I should now be talking with a Secret Garden accent. It has a supple, crumbly, moist texture (check) and a flavor that suggests wild honey (double check) balanced with a fresh acidity (quoi?). What is ‘fresh acidity’, anyway? And how does it relate to this totally delicious, totally sweet cheese? Those cheese tasters and their weird ideas of flavor. it’s almost as bad as wine connoisseurs.
The cheese comes in a range of sizes, the smallest of which is a a wax-covered round called a ‘truckle’, which evidently comes from the phrase ‘truck a wheel’ and can refer to the pulleys in a block or the wheels of a truckle or trundle bed, or any small wheels or casters. The word ‘truckle’ can also mean ‘to submit’. Ah, my little obsequious cheese! Finally, this cheese is ‘suited to combination with sweeter produce’, commonly cranberries. In England, they also eat it typically with fruitcake or Christmas Cake, which I can barely think about. Those crazy little islanders…