Marmite and Life Goals

I used to think I hated marmite.

Coming from a kid who preferred hot horseradish sauce to sugar (unless it was in a sugar sandwich,) over did it with the Heinz Salad Cream and Dad's sauce at every opportunity and once had to be banned from the PLJ (pure lemon juice) for drinking it neat, that anti-marmite statement might seem odd.

The thing is, I had (still have) a brother who lives on the stuff. I guess my mum got too used to doing toast and marmite or (aaargh) marmite sandwiches for school packed lunch, the way that he liked/likes them - not a delicious tangy smear just tinting the butter, but thick and black from corner to corner.

Anyone who says they don't like marmite, but who still has an appetite for curry or wine, Worcester sauce or anything remotely piquant or tangy, was probably introduced to the stuff in an over concentrated form. A bit like your first introduction to curry being a jar of concentrated madras paste, on it's own.

I continued in that assertion until a friend and her sister made tea for me one day, with great enthusiasm, as it was their favourite treat: Cheesy scrambled eggs on toast and marmite.

Heaven.


A whole handful of Twiglets is too much for me, starts to make my tongue feel a little abraded, but marmite in the right proportions is fantastic. I was hooked.

So - the invisible point number three on my list of 'not 43 things' is:

Wait until a certain lady is established where she is supposed to be, get over there, invade her and Vineyard (commenter, post below) and force-feed her cheesy scrambled egg on toast and butter and just a tiny, even, smearing of marmite.

If she still hates it, I'll concede, but I know I'll have at least one other person there to help me polish it off!

Vineyard - watch out - prepare for invasion. OK?


By the way, searching for the Twiglet piccy, I came across the Wooldale Co-Operative Society, a British Co-op that delivers all over - US, France etc, under the name of The Ex-Pat Shopping Co-op. Handy.