I had been told about the smoked cheese that looked like a small loaf of bread, so I was pleased to find an old countrywoman selling them. I bought one for 7 zlotysch, which is about £1.40 (5 zloty to the £ is fairly accurate and easy to convert). I wrapped it in 5 plastic bags so that it would not infuse my suitcase and brought it home.
It’s very tasty and I can recommend it. Slightly salty, pleasantly smoky and it did, indeed, fool the Sage into thinking it was bread. I produced what was left at dinner tonight – my daughter El was here, visiting a friend just out of hospital and the whole family, except Phil, were here for dinner. Toothless Pugsley chewed happily on shreds of chicken and parsnip and Squiffany tucked into everything, although she had had her tea at 5 o’clock as usual.
They all went into fits of laughter. They found it a Rude Cheese. Prompted by her father, Squiffany observed “it’s like a willy, it looks like a willy”. Anything I said made matters worse. Such as describing it as ‘semi-hard’ and saying ‘it looked different before I cut off one end’.
*The Sage finds it very hard to be cross and this is about his strongest expression of annoyance. And my gentlest.