Marmite you say, the apex of British savoury art, the stuff they scraped off the bottom of the beer vats and turned into something magnificent. The demarcation of the Empire, the rift in the Commonwealth: Marmite vs. Vegemite, which side are you on mate? I used to live with a New Zealander, the knock down, drag outs on this subject are epic to put it mildly.
Perfection: Freshly toasted bread, gently aired to crisp perfection in a toast rack, yes, I know that these are unknown in America. Said toast buttered and Marmited, dipped in the runny goodness of a soft boiled egg, cup o' strong lovely tea steaming away in the morning light. Oh yes, yes please!
Must say, Powdered Toast Man, I envy you. The sense of epiphany and transcendental wonderment that await you on discovering Marmite will be similar to that experienced by Keats, as described in 'On Looking into Chapman's Homer'. Your life will be irrevocably changed, undoubtedly for the better.
Speaking as one who kept his reefer in a ceramic Patum Peperium jar for many years, the stuff does raise the tricky question of anchovies. Byron, on the other hand, is no problem.
Marmite you say, the apex of British savoury art, the stuff they scraped off the bottom of the beer vats and turned into something magnificent. The demarcation of the Empire, the rift in the Commonwealth: Marmite vs. Vegemite, which side are you on mate? I used to live with a New Zealander, the knock down, drag outs on this subject are epic to put it mildly.
ReplyDeletePerfection: Freshly toasted bread, gently aired to crisp perfection in a toast rack, yes, I know that these are unknown in America. Said toast buttered and Marmited, dipped in the runny goodness of a soft boiled egg, cup o' strong lovely tea steaming away in the morning light. Oh yes, yes please!
The simple things, superb.
I couldn't have said it better myself.
ReplyDeleteMarmite......delicious!
ReplyDeleteMarmite is disgusting.
ReplyDeleteEven though I've never tried it, I'm professing a negative & condescending air about this marmite business...
ReplyDeleteReally... people, who wants a breakfast treat that doesn't taste like saw-dust?
Not I, that's who!
Must say, Powdered Toast Man, I envy you. The sense of epiphany and transcendental wonderment that await you on discovering Marmite will be similar to that experienced by Keats, as described in 'On Looking into Chapman's Homer'. Your life will be irrevocably changed, undoubtedly for the better.
ReplyDeleteWell said Maggie M'Gill.
ReplyDeleteAfter which I'd recommend an introduction to Patum Peperium Gentleman's Relish and the collected works of Byron. Now that'll confuse the colonials.
Speaking as one who kept his reefer in a ceramic Patum Peperium jar for many years, the stuff does raise the tricky question of anchovies. Byron, on the other hand, is no problem.
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