Each corner gave out samples of one of the representing country's cheeses. Spanish Manchego, Japanese cream cheese and New Zealand cream cheese were all fine and people gladly ate them, but the Stilton counter was a madhouse. It was like the line for Splash Mountain at Disneyland. It was like herding dairy cattle. People were shoving, pushing, walking over feet to get to the Stilton.
Then they brought out these humongous wheels of the stuff, and I'm sure a couple of people ended up going home with a year's supply of moldy British cheese.
Lovely paired with raisin-pear jam, and a glass of red wine.
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