Untouchable … the cheese roll.
Chris frowns for a couple of seconds, then shakes his head. “Nup.”
“You sure?” I plead. “I reckon it’d be good.”
He shakes his head again. “Nup.”
And that’s it: my grand plan for revolutionising the cheese roll, for taking a simple snack into a new stratosphere of gastronomic excellence, for shaking the cheese-roll-eating community to its very foundations, is scuppered by one word: nup.
Apparently, residents of Dunedin, in New Zealand, don’t take kindly to Aussie-come-latelys attempting to improve on a local tradition. Some things are brilliant in their simplicity and cheese rolls are, apparently, some of those things. The message I’m getting is loud and clear: if the cheese roll ain’t broke, don’t try to fix it.
I am, admittedly, a cheese roll rookie. Ten minutes before my suggestion, I’d never even heard of the things, let alone pondered ways to improve them.
It’s almost incredible there could be a foodstuff in the Western world I hadn’t already heard of – not because I’ve done a lot of travelling but because in this shrunken, globalised world of ours, word usually gets around pretty quickly about anything that’s good.
I think Trevor’s irrational dislike of cheese rolls is an aberration