I wrote a story about cheese. I was originally going to make the main character a cantankerous Mature Isle of Mull Cheddar, but to show that I have no hard feelings towards those from south of the border, I made it a story about an English cheese. This is part 1.
“Even back then,” laughed the Somerset Sharp Cheddar, with a coquettish lift of one eyebrow, “When I was no more than a swirl of curds, even back then, I knew I was destined for greatness.”
She scanned the display counter to check she had her audience’s attention. Two Baby Bels and a pale, eager-to-please Gouda gazed up at her.