Does anyone know if you can legally bury a cheese? We've had a fromage-related incident and I'm in some considerable trouble with the Intrepids.
It's not really my fault; I just don't want to poison the water table.
The alternative of course is for me to eat it - all of it, tonight. Not only would I be sweating cheese for the next few weeks (nice) but I have a feeling I would also be dreaming things that no man should normally dream, save he who mismatches mushrooms. And he only has himself to blame.
I thought it would be fine if I sealed it in an empty biscuit tin and put it in the fridge. In hindsight, not allowing it to breathe was something of a textbook error. Cracking open the lid was like the time the Nazis opened the Lost Ark in that film; the kitchen wasn't just a place where angels fear to tread - even fools would think twice about rushing in as the evil swirled out. It was a pandora's box of trouble, that biscuit tin.
Who discovered cheese and what were they thinking?
I've opened the windows, just to share the olfactory experience with the rest of the village. I think this particular cheese might be with us for some time.
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