If ever there was a condiment that divides households, it’s marmite.
Now, I love the stuff, especially on toast. In fact, one of the only things I miss about regular travelling is that I now can’t justify going into Starbucks at omg o’clock and ordering a skinny latte with a cheese & marmite breakfast panini. It’s a great way to start the day.
Now, as everyone knows, marmite is a love it or hate it taste sensation, it’s not one of those flavours that you can take or leave – nobody is ever sanguine about the absorption of marmite.
Now, Mr ShoeThatAlwaysFits positively detests marmite – its very existence is abhorrent to him. One of the biggest declarations of love from himself was a recent event, he had watched me eat some marmite on toast, walked over and swept me up in a passionate embrace, tongues and all. He didn’t dry heave, he didn’t pull away, he didn’t immediately rinse his mouth out, we were simply of the moment. Now, that’s what I call romance.