But now, I have discovered Bovril, and my delight knows no bounds!! The perfect spread for when Vegemite and Marmite are just not beefy or salty enough! Deep brown like Soy Sauce, it flows like honey, and tastes for all the world like a Kobe Beef cow has been rendered into a fine syrup just for my pleasure!
Have my fellow yeast-extract lovers indulged in this epicurian delight? Got any recipes to share?
A British friend of mine introduced me to Bovril back in high school. She’d make bovril & butter sandwiches on whole wheat. Yum! And I agree, better than Marmite (I’ve never had Vegemite).
Hmm. I was born in Ors-stray-ya and I am part-British, so without any favouritism I have to say that Vegemite is BETTER than Marmite. Mwahahahaha!
If you’re into such things, I suggest you check out yummy lovely H P Sauce (as referenced in The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole). It is perfect with any meat pie or sausage.
Adrian: “My father said today that he was now Middle-class. That’s preposterous - he still puts H P Sauce on his toast.”
Qadgop, my friend, welcome to the Dark Side. If ever you have the chance to get hold of some Gentleman’s Relish, do so. What Bovril does for beef, GR does for salted anchovies.
Have you tried Bovril as a warming winter drink yet? A spoonful of beefy goodness dissolved in boiling water, which is allowed to cool just to the point where it will not – quite – remove the skin from your tongue and gums. When you are having to crack the icicles from your beard, there is hardly a thing to beat it.
I have always thought that correct accompaniments for cheddar cheese and meats were the other Brit staples, Branston Pickles or piccalilli (Sweet mustard Pickles).
And I also see that both Walker’s crisps (potato chips flavored with marmite ) and Marmite Mania (a marmite & cheese spread mix) also exist. Thanks for the Marmite link, Imasquare.
A little anecdote about Bovril. My father puts it on everything, even pasta. His father claims it saved his life when he had pneumonia as a young child in the North Strand in Dublin. All he could eat/drink was Bovril and he alleges that it kept him alive. So but for Bovril I may not be here at all