America, the country responsible for American cheese (not to mention foam-rubber cheese hats) no longer snickers at "Sonoma Valley goat cheese," a guaranteed laugh-getter on the "Tonight" show for years.
In "Can't Swallow It, Can't Spit It Out," by Harry Dodge and Stanya Kahn, a woman in a plastic Valkyrie helmet, carrying a hunk of foam-rubber cheese and dabbing at an unexplained nosebleed, chatters compulsively while conducting the camera operator on a desultory tour of nocturnal, woebegone Los Angeles places.
It was my favorite meal as a kid, and I still love them, with the rubber yellow cheese.
The best work is the 25-minute "Can't Swallow It, Can't Spit It Out," in which Ms. Kahn is seen with a bloodied nose, a viking helmet and a large wedge of rubber Swiss cheese, rambling around Los Angeles, talking to the camera, Ms. Dodge and us.
The two beers smelled of "burnt rubber, over-ripe cheese, and goat," flavors that Brian Gibson, a senior scientist who worked on the report, told me are likely a result of living underwater for so long.
"People in the trenches uncrating an Eva Hesse sculpture like 'Expanded Expansion' can see that the rubber applied to cheese cloth is beginning to disintegrate, greatly altering the effect of the piece, which is lying in a crate in the warehouse like a patient on life support," he said.
Using flexible plastic or rubber spatula fold cheese-mustard mix into whites (or vice versa, it really doesn't matter).
My friend Kendra asked, "Maybe throw in some rubber veggies and plastic cheese?" Oh, why not?
Gazing at old teahouses and at shopwindows full of spirit stoves, black rubber overshoes, and a local cheese — "things you never saw in Istanbul anymore" — he finally feels at home.
On a warm September day, Mr. Major, wearing Carhartt shorts and a faded black T-shirt, traded his usual black Converse sneakers for rubber boots before entering the cheese cave.
