Last week there was a Farmers’ Market in the town where I work. I enjoy these, because I’d rather believe that I’m buying seasonal, local vegetables than the bland and uniform supermarket variety that probably comes from the same place. I also like the little crackers spread with samples of strange-tasting cheese and relish; and I always buy lots of stuff from the Lesbian Olive Lady, because she gives good value for money, and her marinaded chillies give Pete hiccups, which is most entertaining.
There were gluten-free sausages, mounds of plum tomatoes, WI chutney; I filled several very unecological carrier bags with goodies. And I accidentally bought a camembert.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. I like strong cheese, and they were oozy and soft, and looked delicious. Of course, looking delicious is not the point where cheese is concerned; I should have considered such matters as smell and taste, and therein lies the rub.
It does smell and taste delicious, in its own unique, overpowering stench kind of way. We attacked it with great determination and sharp knives over the weekend, and have managed to eat a quarter of it. What on earth am I going to do with the rest? Does anyone know any good recipes for camembert? It has to go, before everything else in the fridge starts to reek of odorous french cheese.
June 7, 2004
Karen’s Inkomplete Kookery Klass
Nevermind that – we picked 4 kilos of strawberries at the weekend. What the Hell are we going to do with those?
“Lesbian Olive Lady” would be a great name for a band, by the way.
I can’t handle buying things in markets. I get nervous. People yell a lot.
Supermarkets food may be bland(ish) but at least I can buy my stuff in my own time, in relative peace.
Camembert – deep fry it and serve with cranberry jelly.
Hiccups – apparently, if one stimulates one’s clitoris, it will cure hiccups. Pete will, no doubt, find this information useful.
What Graybo said.
Er, about the camembert, that is. I wouldn’t know nowt about The Other Matter.
I listened to ‘I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue’ at the weekend too. The things you learn (about clitorises, that is (clitori?) – not Camembert). Fascinating.
If you decide you don’t want the Camembert, send it to my Mum. She loves the stuff.
A friend of mine suggested putting camembert in an ovenproof dish, add some olive cloves, allow it to melt and use it as a dip for toast soldiers. Yummy.