Hate It!!!

As an update to the Marmite post, I just have to say, "HATE IT." Yes, Alex you were right, as usual. As expected and being forewarned, I made my little trek over to the British Supermarket, which amazingly turned-out to be just down the street from my place of employment. A small, totally-packed-with-goodies, all things British store I couldn't resist. I told the clerk I was looking to purchase Marmite and a package of Hob Nobs. (Was I imagining it? or did the clerk roll her eyes as she pointed to the tiny, dark jar?)

Let me just first explain that my interest in Marmite was first tweaked by the character Hector in "Monarch of the Glen"(my current BBC import favorite) portrayed Richard Briers (the cutest old geezer you ever saw). In one episode Hector is peeved because his breakfast does not include Marmite soldiers with his sausages. He said he'd eaten Marmite soldiers every day of his life since he was a small tyke. Like any good Scorpio I pounced on the Internet to find out what Marmite soldiers were. Turns out, Hector's soldiers are strips of buttered toast with a thin coating of Marmite spread. That's how I got the bug in my bonnet to try this British oddity. I say oddity because the product is apparently a yeast extract, 100% vegetarian and has a consistency that reminds me of roofing tar.

You know how I'm not crazy about Diet Dr Pepper (but I'm trying)--well, next to Marmite, Diet Dr Pepper is the nectar of the Gods. I'm also quite sure that feeding this concoction to children is most certainly a form of child abuse. I'm rethinking my opinion of certain British habits. Remind me to tell you about my fascination with Hob Nobs (which the British call a biscuit, but is really a cookie) another time.