Is it all about the cheese?
Yes. And no. Well, cheese is important.
This is a thing of beauty.
I would probably give top marks if, when asking for a ploughman’s, I was given a cloth with a large lump of good cheese, some fresh rustic bread with some good local butter, an apple and a couple of pickles, and a stone jar of cider (or IPA beer). Then shown a meadow or a straw-filled barn with halcyon views and told to go over there.
However, in reality, that is not likely to happen.
It tends to be a sit-down lunch affair, often in a pub, sometimes in a cafe or Tea room.
What is that you have given me?
Occasionally you are served what can only be described as an insult. A poorly assembled (or deconstructed) sandwich of ingredients that barely qualify as food. Cheap plastic cheese, or a miserly portion. Rock hard, unspreadable butter with cheap supermarket bread. Pickled onions that try to dissolve your teeth or have the crunch of mushy peas. There are crimes committed.
We need standards. National standards, and I aim to set them.
So welcome to the good and the bad of ploughman’s lunches.
This is not a serious site, the intention is to be a light-hearted look at a dish that I, and many others, enjoy a great deal. I want to help promote good quality food, local producers and seasonality.
I know others enjoy a ploughman’s because they have told me!
Look out for Ploughman’s Lunch-related events on Roaming the Paths.
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