The Marmite Horror

There is one in one of the shopping centers near me, but it’s not one I go to very often. If I’m ever there again, I’ll try to remember to pop in and check it out.

One of my favourite quick snacks / comfort foods is toast with marmite, topped with thinly sliced cheddar, popped under the oven’s grill for a minute until the cheese is bubbly. :slight_smile:

Sounds excellent! It’s getting harder here to find PB that doesn’t have added sugar. Gah, I want my PB salty, (and chunky), not sweet. Every damn thing seems to get more sugar added to it. :mad:

That’s a shame. Supermarkets here (Southern California, U.S.A.) always carry one or two brands of peanut butter made from just peanuts and salt – no sugar and no hydrogenated oil. And in addition to the standard smooth and chunky, some brands now offer an “extra chunky” variety.

Bah, I had a whole response to this, but it’s not worth the time. Your assumption was wrong and the OP was excellent. I’ll leave it at that.

Oh, be kind to one who has since suffered the humiliation of having his lamentable literary ignorance revealed to all, and for not getting the joke besides.

Og help me: I bought some.

I had a bad day. I fought with my computer, and fought with myself. My mental insecurities came to the fore; all day I battled inner demons and slid towards a suicidal depression, yet paradoxically I became jumpier. The phone jangled and caused me to leap out of my chair. My work suffered. By evening I was in a state of emotional breakdown; I cancelled my gym appointment and, exhausted, hid from the world and all my failures.

Later, I knew I needed to get out of the apartment. It began to rain, the cold dreary rain of autumn. Stumbling along unevenly without an umbrella, I made it to the bus and the all-night Sobey’s. I went in to get pop, hemp seed, frozen fruit, fresh fruit. The usual stuff. But then the thought entered my mind.

What about Marmite?

I pushed the thought away. But it returned.

What about Marmite?

In my unstable condition, I gave way easily. I went to the international foods aisle and searched, to no avail. Where was it? I searched again. No Marmite, though I did find licorice-flavoured Mentos from the Netherlands. I put some in my basket and filed the location away for my next salted-licorice run.

Then I decided to try the next aisle, among the condiments and sauces. It was there! I put it in my basket before I changed my mind.

I’m home now. I’m going to try it. If you don’t hear from me for three days, send the Mounties after me.

OK, I found it. I am not going to post in my site now because I have to dig up the picture from about 10,000 pictures in my hard drive.

You’ll need:
[ul]
[li]4 cups of roasted, salted peanuts[/li][li]1/4 of a Scotch bonnet pepper (trust me, it’ll be plenty hot, but if you are crazy go for a half).[/li][li]1/4 cup of pure peanut oil[/li][li]Salt[/li][li]Kickass food processor[/li][/ul]

[ol]
[li]Cut the pepper into tiny pieces and leave in the oil overnight.[/li][li]Mix all the ingredients (minus the salt) in the food processor and blend to desired chunkiness, add a bit more salt if you would like it saltier.[/li][li]Pour into a jar and let it rest in the fridge for a couple of days, this will release more of the oil from the pepper and will also make the peanut oil float, get rid of it and it’s ready to serve.[/li][/ol]

We serve it on cassava bread, but I don’t think you’ll find that around there, so just put on some toast. Don’t overdo, use less than the standard American PB.

Do not mix with marmite.
Edited to add: the name of this version of PB is called Mambá. Nothing to do with snakes.

Thanks, Mighty Girl!

I’m so proud! I hope you like it.

As if Marmite wasn’t heavenly enough, my local supermarket stocks all manner of Marmite-related goodies which have all been tried and found to be extremely acceptable. When I found the Marmite-flavoured cheese, I could barely contain my excitement, and it was very difficult to ration myself and make the pack last more than 10 minutes.

I know what’s going on my xmas list.

Don’t do it, man! For the love of God, don’t do it! For your immortal soul, even if you care nothing for this life, don’t do it!

They were giving free samples of Marmite flavoured cheese in Tesco last week. :smiley:

I scarfed down umpteen samples and then, with heart aflutter, I bought some, rushed home and scoffed the lot in less than 10 mins

Free samples of Marmite cheese? So THAT was the smell. I thought Tesco were cleaning out the rotted cow butts from the broken meat freezer. :smiley:

What’s better than Marmite-flavoured cheese? Marmite and cheese flavoured potato chips! :smiley:

Bluebird Cheesymite Chips.

But it’s not enough just choosing not to eat it. Its very existence troubles me.

that was brilliant!

[modest and humble]
I’d just like to repeat the Threadspotting tag, because I’m so proud of thinking it up:
That is not spread which may eternal lie.
[/modest and humble]

So I read the OP. Then I looked up marmite on Wiki so I’d know what it is.

Yeast extract from beer brewing waste. Yummy.

Then, straight after the OP, some of these lines are particularly funny.

Suitable on vegetarians and vegans? Suitable for them, because who else would eat that crap?

See, they’re aware it’s crap, they’re trying to trick you into thinking some people love it. :wink:

That’s right, New Zealand’s version has sugar and caramel added. Somebody was trying to find a way to make it palatable.

New slogan: “Suitable for POWs.” :wink:

Let’s add a few:

Quebec: poutine.
Netherlands: salted licorice.
I’ll add English-speaking Canada to the list for peanut butter.

  1. Excellent OP, I was thoroughly entertained :slight_smile:

  2. Never tried marmite or Vegemite but am willing to try anything once. There is a World Market in my town so what the heck? (I like the idea of topping it with chedder cheese!)

  3. As an American, I have not heard of scrapple but I have heard of head cheese from reading the Laura Ingals Wilder books. Isn’t it like a gelatinized pig’s head or something?

  4. This spicy peanutbutter thing intrigues me. But hubby and I had a near-ER visit experience this past weekend when we mistook Scotch Bonnots for sweet peppers…:smack::eek::smack::eek:

I think we’ll be giving those little orange packets of evil fire a wide berth from now on