Note: The following article was written by a contributor. The regular author of this blog found the guest author more qualified to write a tribute to the world’s favorite cheese enthusiast and inventor of cracking contraptions, Wallace. The voice of Wallace, Peter Sallis, died on June 6, 2017.
I have heard that phrase countless times over the last 27 years. Trust me, he did not need to tell me there was cheese. There was always cheese. Cheese was Wallace’s fountain of youth, his city of gold, his great white whale. When Wallace was excited about cheese, he was excited to be alive. I may have rolled my eyes a few times at his never-ending obsession, but deep down, I was happy because he was happy.
When considering the best way to organize my reflections about Wallace, I decided the best way is through cheese itself…
Cheddar: Wallace had some sharp ideas in his day. Who else would even try to build a rocket and go to the moon, just in case it was actually made of cheese? (It was not.)
American: This does not describe Wallace at all. He was British through and through.
Cream cheese: Wallace had a soft side to him, which I saw the most when he fell in love with various flames over the years. That’s alright, I suppose we can’t be everyone’s cup of tea.
Swiss: Wallace’s personality and lifestyle had its holes, but that’s where I tried to step in and keep the house on track. I don’t think the lad would have ever risen out of bed in the morning if I didn’t press that button.
Limburger: It’s no secret that Wallace and I’s relationship had stinky moments. I still can’t believe he trusted that penguin more then me. Grr!
Pepper jack: But who am I kidding? I can’t stay mad for long. Wallace always spiced up life, and there was never a dull moment.
You be pleased to know I buried Wallace with crackers, because I know he will need them in his afterlife filled with cheese…
…the only thing he loved more than me.