First of all I shall start by saying in a typical nonchalant and uppetty English way, how bloody dare you, how dare you tell the average cheese loving American what he or she can or cannot eat, and how dare you even try to justify it.
I should probably also explain to those that don't know, mimolette or 'boule de lille' as it's also known by is a cheese made in the French town of lille. The cheese was originally requested by Louis XIV and has a distinct orange curd not too dissimilar in colour to my own county's 'red leicester' cheese. But what makes this cheese pretty unique is the grey crust that's formed by tiny cheese mites that are introduced to develop flavour and texture - something the bureaucratic homogenized, emotionally sterile cupcake and 'wine at weekends only' brigade clearly have no clue about. Never mind the fact they have single-handedly removed something revered and respected amongst all foodie's, a cheese that has been around since the 18th century, but also depriving a nation of something that is called choice.
If only I could stop there, if only I could say OK fair enough they banned some cheese, they told you not to eat it 'hey so what', but I can't let it stop there because why on earth would a government organisation ban the importation of an artisan cheese yet allow the salt and fat ridden fast food joint's continue. I know for sure hand on heart that given the choice of either, I would take the well aged cheese and some nice bread without question, not just because it's what I prefer but more importantly because it's my choice.
I would love to hear that small pockets of 'mimolette rebels' had started producing this cheese in there own backyards, like a cottage industry echoing the prohibition laws that removed the right to drink all those years ago.
I think what I'm trying to say is don't let some suited governmental bureaucrat ever ever tell you what to eat or drink. I know if Mr. Cameron tried to take away our beloved stilton cheese - declaring it 'too mouldy', I for one would be standing pitch forked and frowning in disgust at the big shiny black door that is no.10. I shall finish of course with a message, a message to all cheese loving American's that appreciate all the good things in life. Vive la mimolette!