Raging Bull the cheese

Raging Bull cheese

Full of character, just like the real Raging Bull

Last week I am informed by a well-connected friend that a local supermarket is selling a cheese called ‘Raging Bull’. I greet this news with a mixture of hilarity (I’d had three glasses of wine when she told me) and the feeling that someone has stolen my intellectual copyright.

For the year and a half I’ve been slogging away at this blog, my three-year-old child has been known as the Raging Bull. I can sum up the reason why in just one word: temper.

I decide immediately that I have to try this cheese. Is it worthy of such a name? The notes from the supermarket say: ‘ The brilliantly named ‘Raging Bull’ is a hard mountain cheese with the nuttiness of a Gruyere and the creamy buttery taste of Raclette.’ Well, that means nothing at all to me. I like cheese, but I’m hardly a world-class connoisseur.

I venture to Waitrose on Saturday afternoon, a time of the day when it’s hit by a combination of fraught mothers, hyper children and people who don’t know what they want to buy but are hoping it will occur to them if they walk up and down the ailes long enough. Put simply, it looks like it has been hit by a cyclone.

I tell the girl behind the deli counter – when she arrives 5 minutes later – that I want about £2 worth of cheese. She looks at me skeptically and I fear that £2 will buy me the tiniest sliver. Which it does.

I have a sniff at home – it’s pungent and strong. This is not a cheese for fans of weak, creamy French bries. This is fiery, Spanish cheese with a Latin character. Forget crumbly crackers, eat this with olives bursting with flavor. It has a nice, smooth finish too. I could get addicted to the stuff if it wasn’t such an expensive habit.

I come to the conclusion that it’s okay someone has decided to name a cheese after the Raging Bull. She’s one of a kind, as is the cheese. It reminds me of her strong-willed personality; it stands out. And because her diet largely consists of cheese, it’s entirely appropriate.

Raging Bull

The Raging Bull on a winter beach

Winter blues

Speaking of the Raging Bull, she charges into my room yesterday morning before I’m ready to engage in conversation. She asks slightly forlornly: ‘Is it winter every day?’

It’s the middle of February on this desolate chunk of land in the Atlantic. I don’t have the heart to tell her that it could be winter for a while yet.



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8 responses to “Raging Bull the cheese

  1. Chavel

    Actually, Raclette is a type of cheese and a Swiss dish. It is based on heating the cheese and eating it with boiled potatoes, vegetables and some meat if you like. I have an Electric Raclette that makes a fun meal. When you come to America we can share!

  2. “…this desolate chunk of land in the Atlantic.” Really? I mean I know it’s been a bit snowy and a bit chilly but desolate chunk of land is a little insulting. Then again as a friend in LA has just told me that it’s in the eighties out there you may have a point! 😉

    • Maybe it’s slightly unkind. I feel seriously deprived of sunshine at the moment – so I try not to think of CA balmy weather too much. I think I need to take out my SAD lamp. I do actually have one but am embarrassed to take out in my open-plan office!

  3. Antony

    My Waitrose near Bristol stopped selling Raging Bull about a year ago, which nearly broke my heart (but not quite)….can you tell me which Waitrose (or which area of the country) it was where you could find it recently. This cheese was the best for me, I’d dearly like to find somewhere which still sells it. Thanks so much.

    • Well, I must admit I do love that cheese, so I can understand your obsession. I actually found it in my local Waitrose in north London. The branch was Crouch End, but I think they were selling it in other Waitrose shops. This wasn’t that long ago, but I haven’t checked back for a while to see if it’s still there. Good luck!

  4. Harley

    It’s not a spanish cheese at all.

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