How can anyone govern a nation that has two hundred and forty-six different kinds of cheese?
Information wants to eat brie.
Good cheese needs good companions.
I am so happy to see more and more people in this country are becoming addicted to cheese.
A Dutchman can't easily get away from cheese. I was dropped into a cauldron of cheese when I was young.
Goat cheese... produced a bizarre eating era when sensible people insisted that this miserable cheese produced by these miserable creatures reared on miserable hardscrabble earth was actually superior to the magnificent creamy cheeses of the noblest dairy animals bred in the richest green valleys of the earth.
The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
Cheese is one of the world's great foodstuffs and I speak as someone who would once happily snarf a packet of American-style cheese singles in front of the telly on my own.
You have to be a romantic to invest yourself, your money, and your time in cheese.
I love the way soft white cheese such as ricotta or the creamier mascarpone reflect the milieu in which an animal has been raised.
I don't care what you Yanks say, cheese should not whiz.
Cheese is good. And Britain, despite the grumblings of the French and the outrage of the Swiss, not to mention some plucky challenges from Italy, Austria, and Spain, has some of the best cheese in the world. We're world leaders in cheese.
