Well, I can’t stand anchovies, I love olives, and I have no idea what capers are.
How’s that for balance?
You never said a truer word.
I could live on olives, anchovies, capers and Marmite. The only other food group I might need in there for a fully balanced and nutritious lifestyle would be gin, but that’s not to pick holes in your comment, blackhobya, merely to supplement it!
I understand and accept that such a diet might make me unwelcome company for some of you. But as all Marmitophobics are unnatural, unseeing, humourless nitwits* and all the interesting people will, by definition, be in my group, I really don’t give a hoot.
*Wabbit - I do not include you in this summation, as I loved the OP, but you do realise, of course, that your natural place is with us? You are already showing definite signs of being seduced by Marmite.
Your soul will soon be ours
God, I’m really hungry now. Marmite on hot, buttery toast with a big hot mug of sweet tea. Mmmmmmm…nummy nummy num!
Have you had flavor flashbacks yet? I swear I could taste it’s vile putridness for days after tasting a tiny bit of it. I tried scraping all the taste buds off my tongue, but it didn’t work.
Oooooooooooooh.
Moral of the story: Never trust the British. They’re still pissy about losing to a rabble like us.
I have had both Marmite and Vegemite in my sad travels. It’s been years, but I can still ocassionally taste the vile putridnes and still shudder at the mention of the words. And I LIKE anchovies, capers, olives, and gin (and hot tea and guiness too). I tell you, there is a reason you guys lost your empire, and that reason is Marmite.
I really enjoyed Australia when I visited, and hope to convince my wife to settle there one day, but I will unfortunately have to bring food with me, since you and your british kin seem to have lost all since of taste with your food (a sausage is supposed to have spice and gristle and different textured meat in it, not just a ground up pork chop, steaks should be served medium, medium rare, medium well, or rare, not as shoe leather, biscuits are kind of like rolls not crackers, and for the love of god serve a beer with a flavor other than bitter horse piss (a good irish lager will be most appreciated)).
Props to the OP. The best description I have ever heard for vegemite, was from someone here (I don’t remember who) who said, “vegemite is the devil’s diarrhea”. I think the same could aptly apply to marmite.
I have had both Marmite and Vegemite in my sad travels. It’s been years, but I can still ocassionally taste the vile putridnes and still shudder at the mention of the words. And I LIKE anchovies, capers, olives, and gin (and hot tea and guiness too). I tell you, there is a reason you guys lost your empire, and that reason is Marmite.
I really enjoyed Australia when I visited, and hope to convince my wife to settle there one day, but I will unfortunately have to bring food with me, since you and your british kin seem to have lost all since of taste with your food (a sausage is supposed to have spice and gristle and different textured meat in it, not just a ground up pork chop, steaks should be served medium, medium rare, medium well, or rare, not as shoe leather, biscuits are kind of like rolls not crackers, and for the love of god serve a beer with a flavor other than bitter horse piss (a good irish lager will be most appreciated)).
Props to the OP. The best description I have ever heard for vegemite, was from someone here (I don’t remember who) who said, “vegemite is the devil’s diarrhea”. I think the same could aptly apply to marmite.
Nonsense, my good man. This is not an attempt to inflict some form of culinary GBH on the former colonies, but rather an earnest endeavor to share the wholesome goodness of this yeastfully toothsome morsel with our chums across the pond. In fact it’s chock full of vitamins and really good for you - honest…
Marmite - the dieter’s friend, merely smear a liberal amount on all your favourite foods and the pounds will melt away, due to the fact you won’t be eating anything once its smeared in Marmite
Sort of ironic that, being as I have been know to smear things I don’t like in marmite in order to get them down 
I’d always thought Marmite was a byproduct of the toilet-cleaning industry. You say it’s a byproduct of beer-brewing? Hmm. Where exactly do the British brew their beers?
Daniel
Send all The Harp to that man there.
It seems that someone, somewhere drinks it and the factory in Dundalk is not, as I have long suspected, a front for some money laundering operation of dubious intent. Hai.
Most surprising.
Self-confessed imbibers of bland and flavourless yellow fizzy water do not appreciate Marmite?
Well, you do surprise me.
Im gonna regret this but…
What do you smear in Marmite and then eat?
I say, Geoffrey, what say we scrape the yeast off a dead marmot and see if anyone will eat it?
Righto!
They knew the Brits would love it, because they love eating nasty things and then proclaiming from the hilltops that such things aren’t nasty, they’re tasty and delicious. Kinda reminds me of being a kid, when your mom would be going “Oooh, look, this spinach is so gooooood! Num num num!” while not actually eating any.
mmm … I’m not English and I love marmite ! Seems I’m not the only one because there’s always some in the grocery store, two sizes of jar. I aquired the taste, consciously. It only took a few tries before I started to crave it. That memory of marmite flavour that torments you is a torment to me too … because I would really love some now.
Bah, nothing exciting. Just certain vegatables I was forced to east as a child … you WILL eat your sprouts.
I love brussel sprouts now too, I’m sure it was the marmite.
Ha Marmite is the reason that England has remained unconquered for over nine hundred years.
After that bit of a problem with Wily Norman in 1066 we had to ensure never again would foreigners (especially French) dare invade our shores. The answer was in the very oasthouses and breweries of our beloved warm beer. One brewhouse in particular that had laid unused for over three hundred years was found to contain a black tar like substance that has ever since struck fear into the very hearts of foreigners from this fair isles. Marmite was to prove our greatest defense, more fearsome than haggis, more contagious than the dreaded Spotted Dick, it was Marmite that would make the French go “ewwww, yuck” and run away in Chthonic terror.
Bah, nothing exciting. Just certain vegatables I was forced to east as a child … you WILL eat your sprouts.
I love brussel sprouts now too, I’m sure it was the marmite.