Neil’s Yard Dairy is a mix of fish-shop washed floors and minimalist art gallery in which the cheese mongers’ enthusiasm animated the air.
I was trying still to enjoy the underwhelming vanilla donut I’d just eaten, but they insisted that I must taste, not just look. And further showing their love for the cheese with annoyance when I wouldn’t eat the rind.
Here they cut the cheese with a wire, so they could sell tiny amounts (rather then claiming the cheese can’t be cut to a small piece and implying the customer is cheap, as they are wont to do in search of bigger sales at Formaggi Océllo).
And those cheeses grew on me fast. They were so delicate!
And each cheese had the name of the people who make it. People, making cheese.