English cheese – proof that there is a God and he loves me
Posted on March 18, 2009 by yankeebean
I think this might be my second post about the glories of cheese in Britain (and the whole of Europe for that matter).
Let me begin by admitting my love for dairy products in America. I love Montery Jack, Colby, ‘American Cheese’ (genius!), and even Velveeta in melty cheesy dips. I’m not a fan of that spray-cheese-in-a-can, but, hey, you can’t win ‘em all…
But when I moved to England my cheese education truly began. The incredible variety of cheeses (all clearly marked as Vegetarian or not) being sold at resonable prices is FREAKIN STAGGERING. Somerset Camembert, French Brie, Wendslydale, Oak-smoked Cheddar, Goat’s cheese of every shape, size and texture, Halloumi, Stilton…the list could easily go on and on.
It’s not that I discovered these cheese when I arrived the UK, but I didn’t really experience them very much until I got here. In the States (at least in all my local super markets in the Midwest) there was a cavernous gap in price between the Kraft-cheeses (usually located near the butter and yoghurt) and the snazzy ‘exotic’ cheese that you’d find at the highly-polished cheese counter. It was this price gap that meant I grew up eating (and loving) Kraft cheeses.
But in England – the ‘Kraft cheese section’ (for lack of a better term) comes fully stocked with a crazy-good selection of all kind of different dairy-treats. And it seems to be constantly changing, every time we check out the selections there’s some kind of new Edam or Emmental or something, yum! I approach each visit with an open mind (and stomach), ready to learn and love something new…
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss my Kraft cheese because I do, but I’d also like to personally thank my local English grocery store for providing me with my new-found cheese education!