Marmite. It’s something you either love or you hate – with there being absolutely no room for middle ground. A bit like current politics, I suppose. The sticky, gooey, salty brown paste has as many fans as it has detractors. It’s even entered the lexicon as a descriptor for something which can only have polarising opinions.
Me? I love the stuff. Spread very thinly over buttered toast, it’s intense and salty, rich umami flavours tickle my taste buds, while simultaneously peeling the skin off the roof of my mouth – and that’s just how I like it. There is of course, a school of thought (and a legion of fans) who’ll say that the meatier Bovril is superior. I may sit in that camp. Not because of its beefier taste, but just because it spreads a little easier, which means I actually have toast for breakfast instead of shredded blobs of crusty bread.
Anyway, I think Marmite (and other similar, goopy brown extract spreads) is delicious stuff – but what about you? Do you think it’s road tar, jarred by the devil and sold to an idiotic populace? Do you think Bovril rules, and Marmite has no place on this or any other earth?
Do you want a Marmite and sharp cheddar cheese sandwich right this very instant?
Last Updated: February 3, 2017