Well, there’s Gentleman’s Relish, which I was given a jar of, which basically consists of salted anchovies processed to the point at which it is no longer possible to discern even the slightest resemblance to a fish, and it is indeed grey with a hint of brown and delicious spread on toast. Mind you, it starts being salty about where Marmite leaves off.
No, if I want to make Americans barf I start talking about stuffed hearts, steak and kidney pudding, liver and bacon casserole (or indeed flash-fried lamb’s liver), haggis (which is Scottish, but proof that they do have some good ideas, though on the other hand I wouldn’t touch a deep-fried Mars bar if I was starving to death), faggots…
Y’know, George Bayle theah came up with peanut buttah back in 1890 on account of this doctor fellah who was lookin’ fer a high protein food for folks who couldn’t chew the goobehs. Oh yeah. You can read all about it heah, Normie.
