Love It Or Hate It

In the altered words of Christopher Walken as THE Bruce Dickinson: "I've got a fever... and the only prescription is more Marmite."

It's true folks.

When we ambled over to England on our first 'exploratory' trip to find a place to live for eternity, we stayed at a fantastic bed and breakfast, the Somerville House in Hereford. Each morning, the convivial hosts, Bill and Rosie, prepare and serve a true English breakfast -- the likes of which I am yet to find elsewhere. They focus on local ingredients and freshness. Blood sausage, grilled tomatoes, mushrooms, poached eggs and... Marmite. There it was, sitting on the condiment plate, innocent enough in its tiny, little, brown jar. Well, the rest is bloggable history...

Now, I am a Marmite junkie. In the house, at this moment, I have Walker's (Frito Lay) Marmite flavoured crisps, Marmite breadsticks, Marmite cheese, Marmite rice cakes, and a jar of Marmite to dip all of these in because they never really do put enough Marmite in the Marmite products. It's too thick to dip a crisp directly into, so I thin it out with some Red Hot (are you listening Marmite? Spicy Marmite's time is now!) so the crisps come out just so. Slather some Marmite on a crumpet (I wish that was a joke, they really are good) with some rich Welsh butter and top it with a egg and some sharp cheese. Whew. I've blogged about that experience before but it's worth repeating. Making gravy? Add some Marmite. Having a burger? Ketchup ain't nothing next to Marmite. I just can't wait for the special edition Marmites that are released every 2000 years or so. Guiness Marmite? Champagne Marmite? Oh, the possibilities.

Cheers!