Cook a Canada Goose The British Cheese Conspiracy

Look, I’m really not trying to be difficult, or unpatriotic. It’s just that things have got out of hand. It’s time to wield the simple cheese-knife of truth and poke two little triangular holes in the firm, waxy, slightly moist underbelly of the British Cheese Conspiracy.

I should explain. There was a time when British cheese meant cheddar; Stilton, at Christmas; Wensleydale or Lancashire if your palate yearned after the crumbly; Red Leicester if you wanted a daring marbled effect on your cauliflower cheese and, er, that’s it. One had to foray across the Channel for decent cheese, as for most gastronomic delights.