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Andrew Macdonald 05 April 2003 11:40 Cheese.
Here in Harleston, (pronounced Walberswick for the
benefit of those unfortunate enough not to live hereabouts) we are doubly
blessed to have a proper cheesemonger, selling, inter alia, proper cheese.
One of the proper cheeses she sells is a very fine Yarg, which as I'm sure you
all know, is Cornish and is so called because it was first made by someone
called Gray, Yarg being Gray backwards.
However of late there have been a couple of new
Cornish cheeses arrive which are a sham and a fraud. One is called
Cornish Tiskey and has sun dried tomatoes in it. First, you don't grow
sun dried tomatoes in Cornshire so stop putting them in your cheese, and
second, what the hell is a Tiskey? Or was the cheesewright too tissed to
spell piskey? Perhaps our favourite tyro saint and soi-disant fount of
knowledge on all things Cornese can enlighten us. I've forgotten the
name of the second new cheese but it contains parsley coriander and something
else and is not nice. On the Yarg principle, I suspect it may be called
Parc. We're off down to the cheese shop shortly, where I confidently
expect to find a tasting dish containing Bleugh, the new Cornish cheese with
kumquat and parsnip.
I shall quote you in its entirety a news in brief
piece from yesterday's Grauniad:
"A man died after eating half a jar of
pickled onions while 3.5 times over the drink-driving limit. A coroner
recorded a verdict of accidental death on Melvyn Martyn of St Austell,
Cornwall"
a) Is there really not enough to do in St
Austell?
b) Would anyone want to drink that much Tribute?
c) If they did, is there not a better
ways of taking the taste away?
Vile Jelly 06 April 2003 17:30
I think a Tiskey must be a cross between a tit and
a piskey; the latter being a mythical creature and the former being the sort
of person who is dumb enough to buy cheese from them. On the other hand your
cheesemongrel could just be dylsixec!
Anyway, I suspect that the whole cheese enterprise
seems somewhat fishy as my mines expert has told me that Cornwall only has
soup mines and there are no naturally occurring veins of cheese ore. Yarg,
incidentally, is a slag by-product from the soup mining and gets its name from
the noise humans make when they are confronted by irate dragons who have just
been interrupted in mid-souping.
A propos of the Great St. Awful Pickled Onion
Incident I can only respond as follows:-
1) There's only one worthwhile thing you can do in
'St. Ossle' and that's leave
2) Anyone dumb enough to live there might just be
dumb enough to try it. Or maybe he'd just lost the will to live
3) I think the only thing that could possibly
completely take away the appalling taste of Tribute would be a tonguectomy
PS. Another trip to Threshers tonight or did you
manage to carry enough back last night. I have just emerged from 36 hours of
culinary misery feeding the resis, the ems and the artyfartys. I stopped off
on the way home at the Thresher and have purchased myself a one-way ticket to
Planet Zog.
To oblivion and beyond!
Andrew Macdonald 07 April 2003 17:33
It wasn't kumquat and parsnip after all - they
decide to go for the true taste of Cornshire and made it regurgitated pasty
and seagull poo.
Talking of matters touristique, which we probably weren't. I've just noticed an article in today's local rag. Apparently
the good folk of Southwold, having decided that the entry level price for a
house in the town should be about £37m (with electricity and water as
optional extras), and then flogged off their beach huts and fishermen's' hut
for up to £45K a pop, mightily pissing off some fishermen in the process,
have now started selling off the jetties on the harbour. For £12,000.00
each. Now I've seen these jetties, and a lot of them look like they were
slung together on a stormy night by someone with a very tenuous grip on
reality and an G minus and bar in carpentry. Oh yes, and they're on the
southern bank of the river, which means they're not in Southwold at all.
(You've seen this one coming, haven't you?) They're in Walberswick. So
there we are. If Apparentlysoontobe St Pinwheel wants somewhere to
tie up his coracle, all he needs is the Blessed Barclaycard and Bob's your
uncle. The coracle is still part of the kit for the well turned out Celtic
saintish person, isn't it?
Must go. I've got to go and oversee the
completion of the new underground pipeline from Threshers to Poho.
VinoPLUTO
PS Do not cast nasturtiums about our
Cheesemonger. She has an enormous, very heavy, very sharp knife capable
of slicing Parmesan into shavings in mid air, and she knows how to use it.
And it's a great shop, so big up to Gill and Dot.
Vile Jelly 08 April 2003 16:49
Well, that sounds about right. At least it's
authentic.
I must admit my sense of geography is not great
but if there is something south of t'Southwold shouldn't it be called
Middlewold? Anyway, I can't see the proto-saint having any navigational
difficulties as he frequently appears to be talking a load of coracles.
PS. Devon forbid that I should be accused of
slandering a good fromagier. I know how difficult it is to get hold of any
decent stuff this day. There's nothing I like better than a good cheese and
port feeding frenzy. Do they sell on the internet because there's bugger all
worth buying around here.
Andrew Macdonald 08 April 2003 19:14
I think it is Middlewold, but it's pronounced
Walberswick; I thought we'd got that clear by now.
I have to go and see Gill tomorrow to get my 100g
of Colombian Medellin Excelso (she doesn't just do cheese). I'll ask her
if she sells it over the internet, but I've no idea how much bandwidth you'd
need for 500g of finest Morbieres, or Wensleydale, or indeed Buxlow Paigle.
I'm sure though that delivery could be arranged for a small charge, say a
bathfull of Doom Bar....
Vile Jelly 09 April 2003 14:34 But I haven't got a bath. Will you accept a signed photo of the Reporting Team instead? Andrew Macdonald 09 April 2003 18:19 It's such a tempting and generous offer, but after long and careful consideration, no........ Vile Jelly 09 April 2003 21:37 Damn! And I've just blown a small fortune on tuition fees to teach them how to write in human! |
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