Aye, the Lanark Blue. Made in Lanarkshire (about halfway between Embra and Weegie land, and a bit south) by a bloke called Humphrey Errington (who I've met).
It's sort of like Roquefort, but far, far superior. Also give the Dunsyre Blue a whirl, another damn fine cheese. More like Gorganzola though.
See, I'm a bastard. I've got you all interested in one of my favourite cheeses, and certainly my favourite blue, and now you realy want to try it. Trouble is, it's made from ewe's milk. Ewe's only give milk at certain times, and right now is not one of them. Lanark Blue is well and truely out of season, and impossible to get.
I was born with glass bones and paper skin. I break my legs every morning and I break my arms every afternoon. At night I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.
Cornish Yarg - slightly sour hard cheese, made by a bloke called Mr. Gray (Yarg backwards, innit) and wrapped in nettles when it's maturing. Looks mad (nettle prints on the rind) and has a realy nice flavour.
Mahon - From Menorca, named after the capital of said island. Creamy, salty and a hint of goaty-ness about it. Realy nice on a good oatcake (Orkney ones, preferably)
Tetila - From spain somewhere. So called because it looks like a tit. Not too hard, white/light yellow paste and quite lemony. It's like Gouda with attitude. My current favourite cheese.
Gubbeen - Irish, hint of camambert about it. Realy nice softish cheese. Light orange rind, fairly smelly, excelent on a sandwich with a bit of ham, preferably on walnut bread.
we can be cultured & have cheese & wine on the first night (cos I'm not touching anything too ummm mind bending that night) unless of course you have any skunk cheese - that'd rule!
Actually, that reminds me of an ad for some boring cheddar on Irish TV. There's a guy in a cheese shop spouting shite all day like you just did to customers saying things like "it's knows what it wants, but it's not too self-aware" etc.
The he goes home and has cheddar on toast.
Cue: "Golden Vale - none of yer fancy stuff".
I was born with glass bones and paper skin. I break my legs every morning and I break my arms every afternoon. At night I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.
