green cheese

If Trump told them the Moon is made of green cheese and that unicorns are real, they would believe those things, too.

Is he selling a chance at a better life, or just a load of green cheese?

But in the absence of a uniform food dating system, consumers could rely on their eyes and noses, deciding to discard the fuzzy bread, green cheese or off-smelling bag of salad.

Famously, in James Joyce’s “Ulysses,” Leopold Bloom has a glass of wine and a Gorgonzola and mustard sandwich, cut into strips, for lunch: “Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of disgust, pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese. Sips of his wine soothed his palate.”

As he recounts in his unpublished memoir, one reviewer simply wrote: “We might as well discuss whether the moon is made of green cheese.”