A Beast of a Cheese

It had been a long week & I wanted a treat.

Dirty cheese.

Found it. Paxton & Whitfield

I have been to their shop on Jermyn Street in London a good few times. You open the door to the store &, shortly afterwards, first aiders arrive as you lie prostrate having passed out from the joy of inhaling & seeing the carnival of cheese before you. I asked if I could bring a sleeping bag & stay for the weekend.

Their online business is impeccable as well & that was the route I decided to take this time around. Spotted on the homepage - a very naughty French number. I could have eaten it with a spoon.

Please welcome the Brillat Savarin. Creamy cow milk. And ..

T R U F F L E S

For the next few days, despite being in an enclosed container in the fridge, this cheese was welcoming me home from work as I stepped off the bus. It ruled the roost. 

"I'm still here & I'm in charge now."

And it was. 

AMM