The cheese had a bold flavour, not the almost-there flavour of childhood memories. It was the kind that demanded the tang of a pickle, the freshness of tomato or crisp salad leaf. I liked it that way. It woke my brain up, made me grin within, as if it were wonderfully cheeky, a secret pleasure to savour.
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