Churchill Rd Raclette - Delendale Creamery For this one I have one clear instruction before we begin. Pick up the cheese, step away from the cheese-board, and get thee to the kitchen. This is a cheese that needs - possibly even demands - some heat. Now I know the kitchen is a bit of a foreign place for the cheese-lover - I mean what use is there of fry-pans or cook-pots? Bear with me though, this journey is worth it. Before we begin, I'm going to take you on a small flight of fancy. Imagine, if you will, that an honest English Cheddar decided to take a holiday on the Continent, and found itself in Switzerland. Maybe seeking some great waterfall to encounter a perilous foe, it instead meets a sweet and charming Emmental. Romance blossoms, the Cheddar settles - foe forgotten, and the two have a child. Roll forward a dozen years and a few more, and this is Raclette. The bitter-edged teenager child - probably miffed that Cheddar failed to find and defeat that foe. Raclette is a cheese...
My mother goes by her middle name. Never did manage to convince one of her distance-education tutors of that..
ReplyDeleteOr my mother, with some 23 middle names. Most of which are matronyms, tracing her matriarchal ancestry.
ReplyDeleteI once had an Egyptian colleague in Perth. Half the Australian government departments he dealt with had his family and given names reversed.
ReplyDeleteI'm usually only known by my middle name. This was originally because my dad and I have the same first name, and it was either "Adrian" or "Junior". :)
ReplyDeleteMy girlfriend's name is Arkady Rose. There are some government departments that don't reverse her names. Of those, some don't call her "he".
ReplyDeleteDavid Gerard Sigh. At least governments you expect that sort of thing from.
ReplyDeleteParents, on the other hand, can be evil. I am put in mind of a long-time friend (and fellow nursing student) of my mother's. Nurse Rose Bush. She managed to get over it though, courtesy of a war-time hospital romance.
She married Doctor Garden.
Really.