Ah, Marmite. When I think of that little glass pot of yeasty goodness, with its familiar yellow lid and iconic label, I can’t help but ask myself one simple question: How do I love thee?
How indeed? I was first introduced to Marmite when I was a little girl, growing up in India; it arrived on our breakfast table one morning on a golden-brown piece of buttered toast. One taste of that savory spread and I was in heaven. It was salty and yeasty and strong.
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