The initial occasion I consumed mold resembled a scene from a Victorian moral narrative. It occurred at boarding school, when fuzzy blue-grey circles would occasionally manifest on the underside of a quiche, or after I observed one of the kitchen staff use a cleaning cloth to shield a platter of cauliflower cheese…
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