Cheesy Christmas.
Festive Family Tussles.

Picture lush meadow, Contented cattle, All scattered mooing and chewing.
Farmer Christmas decides round-up time, Contented cattle begin moving but not together, “This will never do!” snorts Farmer.
Loyal dog snoozing in ute, Warm and lazing under Aussie sun, Cattle moved settled down, Dog snoozing and cattle contentedly mooing.
Farmer Christmas takes the hint, Comfy seat, Billy tea, Bit of damper, Time for snooze moos and snores.
Tranquility.
My paddock’s Sydney, Family groups scattered across green pastures with occasional flooded places bordered by forest fires.
Family comfy ain’t moving anytime soon, Little car will have to do for Chrissy appetite filling visits.
“Bring a plate”, Which one? Cheese plate! Joke’s worn thin over many years, But we all smile as it’s sort of traditional.
Cheese Platter.
Rather like cheese, Mild understatement, Excuse to indulge, Everyone has different tastes Cheddar for kids, English side love’s Stilton.
I’m partial to French Roquefort, Wives love Camembert and Comté


Of course can’t go past French Brie or heavily aged Brie noir which Grandkids won’t touch!

Manchego made in Spain’ La Mancha region Sheep’s milk from Manchega breed, Fond memories as this was my first “proper cheese”, Shocked parents who insisted on English cheddar, Seem to remember that’s why I bought Manchego.

Final touches generous roll sliced goat’s cheese, Added lavash and stuffed olives.

Stumbled over Lavash thin flatbread from Armenia traditionally baked in a tandoor. Found it perfect compliment to wide variety of delicious cheeses.

Very much extravagance, But Christmas and pig outs happen but once a year, Presenting my cheese platter almost, but not quite, guarantees next year’s invite.
Blessed be.




