In search of Cheshire...

Fancied melted cheese on toast. For me, the cheese to melt has to be Cheshire, which takes on a whole new, exciting and extremely tasty life when popped under the grill. So we went to the shop around the corner where, unsurprisingly because this is Hull, there was no Cheshire cheese in the cheese section. Instead, there was mild cheddar, strong cheddar, extra strong cheddar, red Leicester, double Gloucester, a few bits of Brie, soft cheese in tubes and tubs and triangles, the usual small sacks of Babybell, those inexplicable cheese strings and some stuff that was described on the label only as 'coloured cheese'. So I asked if they had any Cheshire in stock. "No. I don't like it. So we don't sell it." "What, you only stock the food you personally like?" "Yes. What's wrong with that? My mother hated Cheshire cheese and we were never allowed it and now I feel the same." We were going to buy some other things, but because my mother hates shops that don't stock Cheshire cheese and now I feel the same we put the other things back. We visited two other shops around the corner. There is definitely an anti-Cheshire sentiment in the neighbourhood because they didn't stock any Cheshire either. I can only think that the woman from the first shop holds some strange sway over other shopkeepers.