“Whenever I see halloumi on the menu, I think of you”. I was chatting with a friend the other week who said that my love and enthusiasm for halloumi is so strong that I am now regularly associated with it (in her head, at least). So we decided I needed to write about how I love halloumi. How self-indulgent of me.
Before we carry on with that, a little about halloumi. Halloumi is a Cypriot cheese made out of sheep and goat milk, with a hard, squeaky texture. To eat it, you grill or fry it, I’ve not heard of it routinely being enjoyed raw, but I am happy to be corrected. Halloumi is so popular in the UK that demand here for it outstrips any country in Europe, except Cyprus.
Anyway, back to my love of halloumi….I can’t remember when the love affair first began. I think when I moved to London in 2011 I would have far more chances to eat it, and I certainly remember being able to get it at a Turkish restaurant near the flat I lived in in East London. Delicious. Thanks to it becoming far more mainstream and popular, it now pops up everywhere- often as a meat substitute which is handy if you’re like me and try to keep your meat consumption to a minimum.
Now I have absolutely no scientific evidence for this BUT perhaps one of the reasons that halloumi has become more popular is because it has been made a mainstream cheese by the likes of Nando’s. See above, I always have halloumi when I go to Nando’s. And I nearly always have a halloumi burger when it’s on offer. Or halloumi tacos. Or breaded halloumi. Or grilled halloumi in a salad. Or halloumi in a baguette with avocado from my local millennial friendly brunch place.
You get the point. It really is a fantastic cheese. Admittedly not a high brow, cheeseboard cheese snob cheese but who cares – as long as it makes you happy, eat it.
I’ve not yet made it to Cyprus (it’s on the list!) but Greece is one of my favourite places and I’ve obviously made the most of their halloumi offerings…I certainly wasn’t expecting a massive block of halloumi when I ordered a bit of food from a beachside cafe but that’s what I got, and I loved it.
Anyway, that’s enough about halloumi. I am sure I will be writing about something less self-indulgent next time. Until then, happy cheese eating!