Of course, one might be tempted to re-enact the Monty P Cheese sketch. However, an American arguing about English pronunciation is a step to far. I'd mispronounce Arkansas and walk out.
Well at least it had cheese, unlike Monty Python's famous cheese shop.
Last time I was back in Blighty I discovered that even proper English Cheddar from the gorge now comes in varieties of maturity and/or strength so it may not be quite as simple to get the basic Cheddar
For the slightest reason, I was reminded of the Middle European chef in one of Ludwig Bemelmans' books who, when angry, would shout "Cheeses Grist!!!!" They would have been good final words as you left the shop.
The American obsession with making cheese so sharp it will bite you is probably a reaction to the appalling Velveeta, but their parallel obsession with making ale that is so hoppy it is undrinkable baffles me. Flee whenever you see the word "artisinal."
Love this! My son has lived in America with his American wife for 7 years now and was much mocked (in the nicest possible way) by her family for asking plaintively for ‘proper’ cheese when he first moved out. I have to say I agree with him! He can sometimes get a decent English Cheddar from Costco (of all places) but otherwise struggles!
Mind you, one of my ex-husband’s uni friends was from Brighton and thought Cheddar was the only kind of cheese! Sigh. As a proud Lancastrian, I adore crumbly Lancashire and Cheshire and can’t even get decent versions of those down South in the UK! I import them when I go up North, or ask visiting friends to bring them…
Of course, one might be tempted to re-enact the Monty P Cheese sketch. However, an American arguing about English pronunciation is a step to far. I'd mispronounce Arkansas and walk out.
Well at least it had cheese, unlike Monty Python's famous cheese shop.
Last time I was back in Blighty I discovered that even proper English Cheddar from the gorge now comes in varieties of maturity and/or strength so it may not be quite as simple to get the basic Cheddar
For the slightest reason, I was reminded of the Middle European chef in one of Ludwig Bemelmans' books who, when angry, would shout "Cheeses Grist!!!!" They would have been good final words as you left the shop.
The American obsession with making cheese so sharp it will bite you is probably a reaction to the appalling Velveeta, but their parallel obsession with making ale that is so hoppy it is undrinkable baffles me. Flee whenever you see the word "artisinal."
Love this! My son has lived in America with his American wife for 7 years now and was much mocked (in the nicest possible way) by her family for asking plaintively for ‘proper’ cheese when he first moved out. I have to say I agree with him! He can sometimes get a decent English Cheddar from Costco (of all places) but otherwise struggles!
Mind you, one of my ex-husband’s uni friends was from Brighton and thought Cheddar was the only kind of cheese! Sigh. As a proud Lancastrian, I adore crumbly Lancashire and Cheshire and can’t even get decent versions of those down South in the UK! I import them when I go up North, or ask visiting friends to bring them…
Now I'm hankering for some English cheddar!