The company that makes the stuff is called Sanitarium. Marmite lovers are in panic. On-line bidding wars fu! Others contend it is better used as axle grease.
Sanitarium!!? How deliciously… Lovecraftian. It’s good they’ve got the vertical integration down. When the Marmite consumption gets to people, they can be brought into the company’s mental hospitals, where eldritch designs can be scrawled in smeared Marmite.
My first thought was the same as Key. I am sure there are “many subtleties” that make Vegemite different, but it should work in a pinch, no? Plus it’s more local unless they want to stick it to the Aussies.
Mine’s about a quarter full. Maybe even a third. I was going to have a cheese-and-Vegemite sandwich for dinner, but I came home to find the SO cooking.
Geez, if New Zealanders are using as much Marmite per piece of toast as pictured in that article, no wonder they’re running out. I have a small jar of Marmite (purchased from the British grocery in Santa Monica) that I expect to last until approximately 2025.
Philistine. At least I’ve got two jars of the good stuff in the cupboard to see me through the drought. My stepson back in NZ managed to purchase the last jar in the town where he lives.
Ah, so you will use it before it has properly aged
I am one of those “doubters”—and I hereby declare that the above statement is an insult, and totally untrue!!!
I would never, never use Marmite for axle grease. I have too much respect for my car.
The only possible use for Marmite has already been outlawed: the army isn’t allowed to produce chemical weapons.
My wife refuses to eat the British stuff. I have to admit, I have come to live NZ Marmite. It also one of the few things that our daughter will eat for lunch. She will be very upset. We have a jar of the British stuff. I’ll give it a try.
Is it true that antipodean Marmite is sweetened? shudder I’ll stick with the British stuff, I think. Why is the US the only Anglophone country without a yeast extract spread? (Canada has Promite, right?)
Kiwi Marmite is indeed sweetened, hence my disparaging remarks. My Kiwi cousins once gave me a jar and it was so wrong I had to have therapy afterwards.