I love cheese. I cook with it when it’s appropriate – parmesan on pasta, cauliflower cheese, macaroni, or just good old cheese on toast. I love it with salami and other “picky bits”, I sometimes have cheese and biscuits for dinner and am more likely to order the cheese course in a restaurant in place of a dessert.

But it has gone too far.

The cheesification of our food, let’s face it, because of our slavish following of American culture, means you find it where it simply shouldn’t be:

• It does not go with fish
• it does not enhance a pesto dish (pesto already has cheese in it)
• and it’s always bloody cheddar
• why the hell do people put brie in sandwiches – are they mad?!

I finally snapped at a café this week where absolutely everything had cheese on it. They had a version of a Ruben Sandwich (which has cheese and is absolutely lovely), but they added thousand island dressing. What the actual…

So this is not just about cheese, but any additional ingredient that just doesn’t need to be there. You don’t need cream in every bloody tomato sauce!

So I’m going to call it out when I find it. I know nobody cares, but it’ll do me good to vent. It’s therapy.