By Peter Rosengard, December 17, 2010
Thirty years ago, I was working on a kibbutz, looking after the cows, and one day I had an idea.
I suggested they market a brand of cheese and call it 'Cheeses of Nazareth'. For some reason they didn't go for it.
I like cheese, but only if it's really stinky. So when a friend took me to La Fromagerie in Marylebone and I entered the cheese humidor, I was in cheese heaven. It was like a cigar humidor, only bigger and freezing - even colder than outside on the street.