Why your cheese board serves up a delicious slice of British history
A mournful sadness blights my existence: cheese makes me ill. Since a severe bout of listeria poisoning 15 years ago, I can’t so much as taste a bit of Stilton on an oat cracker. My dodgy digestion even denies me that glory of pub dinners, a Cheddar ploughman’s with lashings of pickle. In Britain, to … Read more