My father in law was a love. The wine he drank was probably rubbish. He made it from a hundred weight of grapes imported from Sicily each summer, to Suffolk.
He and his wife Iride made the wine in an outhouse on the farm.
There is no wine if it’s not red, Walter would say.
He was born near Modena, and his local wine was Lambrusco.
Not a prince of flavours, probably ranking somewhere between Sarsaparilla and Dandelion and Burdock
I will love him always. I cry now that he’s no longer here, because of a tragic farming accident.
But when it came to cheese he was a true connoisseur.
The region he came from was home to probably the most aristocratic and elegant cheese in the world, Gorganzola.
The cheese he favoured above all else was Cambozola, a cow‘s milk cheese that’s a combination of a French soft-ripened triple cream cheese and Italian Gorgonzola.
God bless you Walter
I had some Cambozola tonight, and it brought tears to my eyes
