Well, they flavour it.
Also as a note of caution to all you would-be marmite eaters out there, marmite has been linked to several outbreaks of the dreaded lurgy.
I rather like Marmite, but since it’s seven bucks for a very small jar at the local gourmet shop, it’s not something I’m going to indulge in while in this country.
Proof yet again that if you charge enough for something, no matter how odd, someone will buy it.
Indeed - it’s a well known fact that the more exclusive the food item, the more horrifyingly awful it tastes.
Though I looooove Marmite on hot buttered toast, oh yes I do.
Not to bring Fark cliches over, but
[Admiral Ackbar]
IT’S A TRAP!
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In honour of this thread, I went home last night and had hot buttered toast spread thick with Marmite. Bliss! Even my wife likes it now (many Irish people run screaming at the thought of yet another colonial atrocity being inflicted on them).l
I was going to, but the corner shop was out of butter and marmite has to be served on buttered toast.
I dunno about Marmite, but I made my own peanut butter once.
I bucked some KP salted into the Flora tub and then lashed it liberally on some bread. Can’t really see the appeal of it, myself.
What?
Ah, I like Marmite.
It was the staple of sandwiches as I grew up. Nary a kiddie could be seen in the playground without the obligatory marmite slathered sammies (unless it was cold spaghetti sammies. Oh, the horror.)
A cheese sandwich with marmite and home-grown lettuce – wondrous food, oh how I love thee. 
Not sure I’ve tried Vegemite yet. Probably have. Can’t really tell the difference, it’s all the same across the slice.
:eek:
Makes addendum to New Zealand fantasy trip list: FOR THE LOVE OF GAWD, BRING YOUR OWN FOOD!
I tried Marmite for the first time today. Saw a jar at the grocery store for once and thought I’d walk on the wild side.
Verdict?
I like it, I really, really like it!
Tried it spread really thinly across some warm Russian rye toast. Tasty. Experimented with slathering it a bit more thickly on some Saltines and enjoyed that too. It’s also good on Melba toast.
As palatable as I find this British delicacy, however, my tongue is now quite parched from all this wanton Marmitery. I’ve also managed to somehow spread, smear and slather my way through a quarter of the jar in the course of an afternoon.
If this turns into a fifty-dollar-a-day habit, I’m telling you, someone in this thread will be held responsible…
Well, I can always buy Marmite at my local Kroger, so I don’t need any substitutes. Hey, if some people don’t like it, that’s fine with me. Maybe it’ll keep the price down.
- PW
Hubby and I tried to find Marmite at Magazin, a well-stocked Danish store to bring back home for a British friend. They seemed to carry every British product possible but marmite, we asked the clerk who looked at us like we had three eyes, "marmite?!” she said, “That was banned here years ago!”. Apparently some Danes have fallen ill after consuming the offensive substance and the store decided to never offer it again. Oh well…
BTW, I tried it once, I didn’t find it disgusting, but neither particularly appealing. Tapenade, on the other hand…
Marmite must be one of the most unlikely foods from which someone could fall sick, the salt content is high enough to kill of any bacteria. I guess though the flavour could be used to hide contaminants polaced there by non-marmite-eating terrorists (you know who you are).
Anyway, Friday’s Rugby proved once and for all that Marmite is superior to Vegimite
Just bought some green olive tapenade yesterday.
I’m betting that many of the Americans who have tried yeast extract spreads and hated them did so because they spread them far too thickly - it is incredibly strongly-flavoured and although some folks (myself included) can happily consume it from a spoon,
Try it this way:
Take two pieces of crisp rye toast, prop them up like a little tent on a plate and allow them to cool completely (this allows all the steamy moisture to escape and keeps the toast crispy) - now spread them liberally with unsalted butter that is just soft enough to spread properly, then smear a little Marmite (for each slice, a blob no larger in size than half a peanut kernel) evenly across the butter.
I’m guessing that rather than being physically ill after trying it, they just fell into a general malaise after finding out that people could jar pure unadultarted evil and sell it as a spread.
“Darkness spreads o’er Neverland,
the bedtime hour is close at hand,
Jacko comes in search of boys,
to play with his most special toys.
and whosoever shall be found
without their pants upon the ground
must stand and face the rubber glove
of Michael’s cruel and unholy love,
the funkiest stench is in the air
the sweat of prepubescent boys,
and younger girls in every room
are hiding from their paedo doom
and though they try to stay a child
they cannot hope to win their fight,
for Jackson dip’s his penis in
a jar of Evil Marmite”
The Dread Spread (oh god, I kill me) has come to Brooklyn! Look out Biggirl!
The Key Food (a big middlebrow chain) has started stocking the stuff according to The NYT. It started innocently enough, with beans in tomato sauce, then kept on going and they now also boast–if that’s the word–microwaveable spotted dick.
:eek:
Says the hapless storekeeper, “I never heard of Typhoo tea. I’m Croatian by birth. I don’t have a clue what half of this stuff is.”