
did you ever wonder whether blue cheese can go mouldy? whether extra mould can gather on the already mouldy substance of crumbly, goes-great-with-apple-in-a-salad, wonderfulness? whether the appalling smell we endure for the delight of tasting gorgonzola on an oatcake with a smidgen of plum chutney can worsen with time and actually smell, well, off?
today i opened the fridge and learned the lesson. it can go mouldy. it can go off. boy oh boy it can.