Marmite is my little English touch, and I'm crazy for chutneys.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I think I'm like Marmite; you either love me or you hate me.
Marmite - like that other little black-jar job, Bovril - is so much a Mark 1 staple-of-Empire brand, so much part of the Edwardian world of enamel advertising signs, the history of grin-and-bear-it industrial food.
Look, I've heard a lot of people talk about me, they say I'm like Marmite. They like me, or they don't like me.
I've had a few embarrassing moments in restaurants. I tried to order a quesadilla, and I totally mispronounced the word. And another time, I asked for some toast with Marmite, and they had no idea what I was asking for!
I can't go without Vegemite, a salty spread from Australia. I put it on toast, and it brings me back to being a kid. I make sure to put it in my bag because I'm always on the road.
London is my home. I miss my family so much; it's hard being away. And I miss salt and vinegar crisps. And Marmite. And good fudge. Oh my God. Clotted cream fudge.
Can clearly say Vegemite is horrible! Like tryin' new stuff though.
Mixed reactions? Sure, I get them all the time. I'm a Marmite artist.
Buckwheat, like Marmite and durian, is a seriously divisive foodstuff, so it needs a seriously capable defence team if it's ever going to make it on to most people's dinner tables.
Wit ought to be a glorious treat like caviar; never spread it about like marmalade.
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