Cheese and onion for me by a country mile. Second favourite is onion and cheese.
Which reminds me. A few years ago I was in a cheese emporium near me that boasted 500 different cheeses. Cheese is all they sell and they regard themselves as experts.
I eyed their imported Cheshire, and wanted to know about it’s condition. Nobody wants rubbery Cheshire. I asked the assistant, but phrased my question badly. What’s the Cheshire like? " I asked.
“Oh” he said. “It’s kind of an English version of Cheddar”…Now, I never expected to ever feel like I was in a Monty Python sketch. If the red mist of anger had not clouded my judgement I like to think that I would have said “I’m sorry, I’m going to have to shoot you.”
I’m not generally the patriotic sort. Queen and country can suck my dick…But NOBODY fucks with my cheddar. Cheddar is my fucking birthright as an Englishman!!