Me and Da Chimpz just watched an episode of Food Detective where they tested a bunch of dirty-water hot dogs from NYC street vendors. The findings: mega bacteria. Of course. Eh, won't stop me from partaking of the street meat. But the part of the show I really liked was where they looked at moldy cheeses and tried to figure out why eating the stuff doesn't kill you.

I used to eat a lot of green veiny cheeses, preferably the runny or crumbly kind. Washed down with a glass of ruby port -- that's living.

It was a good show. As the host roamed the aging caves of the cheese shop I could only think of one word:

Havarti.

The word was in my head and the voice was Steve's. Messed up, I know.