Happy Holidays
Season’s Greetings
Happy Hanukkah
Merry Christmas
And even…
Merry X-mas for the Byzantine crowd
In short, today as with all other days I wish each and every one of you the best this short blip of a life can offer, only today is just a little different.
As my wife and I finished our shopping for foodstuffs and a couple of odd gifts, I found myself browsing the import section of our local Meijers. I do this often looking for the occasional curry to feed my addiction to coconut milk, chili peppers and peanut butter. Also because the cans of Heinz Spotted Dick makes me laugh. There, on the fourth shelf from the top, I found something I have previously only heard about - Marmite.
Although my current workload and studies have reverted me to more of a lurker than a regular poster I couldn’t help but be taken back to the posts of yesteryear and various discussions of Marmite, Vegemite and other delicacies from across the rock. How could I help myself, how could I resist, how could I not try this #2 of yeast extract products, this small jar of Vegemite’s British little brother?
So after choosing a nice wheatie cracker we proceeded to the checkout. I could hardly wait. Actually I couldn’t wait, as soon as we got in the car I cracked that bad boy open and took a whiff. Hmm… interesting smell, much like beef bouillon as described in previous threads. Because I’ve been paying attention to the likes of Lobsang, Mangetout, chowder and others both in Great Brittan and Down Under I was well familiar with the traditional way of enjoying this substance - spread lightly on something crunchy, possibly toast or a wheatie biscuit, and enjoy.
Of course being a certified Red-Necked, Corn-Fed, Hoosier Hick from the Sticks (credentials available upon request) I chose to ignore this advise and simply jammed my finger into the muck and crammed a big wad of the stuff in my pie hole.
Oh my.
Wow.
Holy Jumpin’ Jesus on stilts that stuff is salty. My breath was taken away and, for a moment, I felt my heart pause anxiously awaiting the incessant burn that surely must accompany something this strongly salty and overwhelmingly savory.
Oddly enough that never happened. I’ve gotten heartburn from a good and salty bag of potato chips but this stuff was pretty easy on the system. At least a little easier on the system than it was on the tongue.
So I relinquished to common sense and spread a bit on a cracker. Much better I must say. Nicely salty with a moist and beefy flavor. Interesting texture though, much like black strap molasses only a little thicker and a little slicker.
In conclusion, I will enjoy the Marmite and enjoy the season and wish each and every one of you the same. Perhaps as the New Year approaches I’ll try some Mushy Peas, I picked up a can of Bachelor’s while I was out.
Best wishes,
N8