In darker moments such as these I turn to the words of Brillat-Savarin for comfort. He was born in France on April 1st 1755 (which is exactly 249 years before I arrived on this island) and has been referred to as the "greatest gastronome the world has ever known."
I prefer to think of him as one of the worlds foremost motivational speakers for the brotherhood of cheese workers, a group whose number it appears I am about to join.
Tomorrow I have been invited to make my way to the cheese factory where I will don the ancient costume of the cheese worker before watching a health and safety video.
This is but the start of my induction, revealing more would be most improper and could lead to fatal repercussions. Who can forget the case of Dave Ostrander who allegedly fell on a cheese and pineapple hedgehog at the launch party of his notorious book, 'Cheese Secrets'?
I will not be making the same mistake but I hope that relative anonymity and a certain delicacy may allow me to hint at the splendours that await me at 8.00am tomorrow.
Let me end with the inspirational words of Brillat-Savarin, "A dinner which ends without cheese is like a beautiful woman with only one eye."
Friday, September 03, 2004
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- Despite compelling evidence to the contrary this was never meant to be about either beef or cheese, subjects in which I have little more than a passing interest. It is true however that the fates have recently conspired to find me work at a cheese factory but this is little more than a cruel, coincidental joke told at my expense.
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