Will S.' Random Weirdness Blog
Traditionally, women made cheese (dairying was often a job for the farmer’s wife) and men ate it. To love mouth-burning cheddars and decaying Stiltons was a mark of manliness.
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It still is!
🙂
Will S.' Random Weirdness Blog
Traditionally, women made cheese (dairying was often a job for the farmer’s wife) and men ate it. To love mouth-burning cheddars and decaying Stiltons was a mark of manliness.
*
It still is!
🙂
Posted by Will S. on April 12, 2014 in Masculinity
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April 16, 2014 at 1:25 am
SONNET TO A STILTON CHEESE
Stilton, thou shouldst be living at this hour
And so thou art. Nor losest grace thereby;
England has need of thee, and so have I–
She is a Fen. Far as the eye can scour,
League after grassy league from Lincoln tower
To Stilton in the fields, she is a Fen.
Yet this high cheese, by choice of fenland men,
Like a tall green volcano rose in power.
Plain living and long drinking are no more,
And pure religion reading ‘Household Words‘,
And sturdy manhood sitting still all day
Shrink, like this cheese that crumbles to its core;
While my digestion, like the House of Lords,
The heaviest burdens on herself doth lay.
Will S.
April 16, 2014 at 1:28 am
The ancient poets ne’er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne’er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze,
They ne’er hoped or looked for cheese.