Steve’s best cheese du jour


Look how delicious yet slightly unappealing this looks, all made possible by cheese

The world of cheese is vast and needs little introduction. Nearly every ‘Western’ country is fond of some particular type of cheese and commonly we charge more money for things with cheese in the name, such as: ‘cheeseburger’, ‘cheesesticks’ or ‘mac and cheese’ because where would mac be without the cheese?

And so, to pinpoint a ‘best’ cheese in the vast plethora of cheeses would be somewhat ludicrous, hence I have decided to pick a cheese which I am currently loving, one which brings joy to my heart when I think about it, one which I longingly examine each and every time I go to the supermarket, as if willing it to be cheaper.

This cheese is the delectable Wensleydale with cranberries. It is flipping fantastic! Better than it’s younger, brasher siblings, Wensleydale with chocolate or lemon, whilst also beating out the older, more sophisticated, plain Wensleydale.


I would definitely serve this to the Queen if she came for tea

It is crumbly and smooth, mild and bitter, winning the hearts of many. It can be eaten as a snack, as part of a cheeseboard or on cake as the true Yorkshiremen will eat it. The cranberries hark to a fancier, more upmarket cheese, whilst still retaining its humble beginnings. It is the full package and deserves to be eaten on its own and in a class of its own.

At this point some may be crying out, “but what about the French? If you don’t give them their cheese, what hope do they have?” Well, first of all, I whole-heartedly agree with this statement, we mustn’t deprive the French of the grandeur beholden to their cheeses, but we spend so much time looking towards the other side of the channel, waiting for the great brie explosion of 2016 to reach our shores, that we forget to look at our own crumbly crumbly cheeses.

And secondly, to give the French their due, an honourable mention must go to Camembert; when baked it is a force to be reckoned with!


Seriously, it’s very good, despite looking like a sore oozing some ominous puss

But Wensleydale with cranberries is my best cheese du jour. Who knows, on un autre jour it may be different, it may be French, shucks it may even be Portuguese, but not du jour, not du jour.

On a slight tangent, the words ‘du jour’ seem to be coming up a lot nowadays to describe something as ‘of the moment’. Honestly, I feel that using ‘du jour’ instead of ‘of the moment’ is somewhat pretentious and the idea of using the phrase du jour to convey your opinions is quite silly. Oh wait…

After, successfully reading about 450 words about cheese, help yourself to a double portion of Wensleydale with cranberries. You know you want to. It’s Friday after all.