Every now and then, in the pantry the last lump of cheese
would be going dry and crumbly, but it was still all used, very very rare for
good food to be wasted back then.
I'm not talking about the fiddly bits of cheese you see in the shops and super markets these days all fancy wrapped and stamped with a sell by date. This was a real wedge off a whole round block of
When mother got down to the last lump of dry cheese, there was
a number of ways of using it up.
It got put on toast and grilled, or for a change (preferably
Cheddar) put in the bottom of a sauce pan along with some milk heated and
melted into sticky almost runny glue with liberal shakes from the pepper pot
then that poured or ladled onto toast. I must say that at this stage if it was
left to go cold it would resemble a piece of leather; you really could nail it
on the soul of ya boot.
Another cheese dish father liked and he did it right on his
plate, at tea time, again it would be the same crumbly Cheshire type Cheese. He would break and
crumble the cheese over his plate, spread a half a tea spoonful of powdered
mustard over it, then with the back of his fork, mash it all together with
enough vinegar to make it all into a paste which would be spread onto hot
muffins or toast.
He loved it but as kids it was a bit too hot for us, (it
would blow our heads off) I have tried
it occasionally over the years since, not many households keep Colman’s Mustard
Powder on the pantry shelves these days.
Cheese – milk’s leap
toward immortality.
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