Marmite

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I love the stuff. I have it bought for me from a warehouse because I can’t get enough of it. I probably eat Marmite 5 times a week. Sometimes I eat it every day.

Marmite (French for “casserole dish”) was ‘discovered’ by accident in 1902 by Justus Leibig. It’s healthy – it’s rich in vitamin B12 and folic acid and the more you stir it, the paler it becomes. Marmite was included in the soldiers rations during World War I and (according to newpaper articles ages and ages ago) it might keep away the mosquitoes – that might be why I don’t get bitten all that often ūüėČ

Marmite isn’t just for toast, either. Here’s how I eat it:

  • Marmite coated roast potatoes (or poured over my oven chips)
  • Cheesy Marmite muffins
  • Marmite and cheese straws
  • Add to soups and stews
  • Cheese and Marmite sandwiches
  • Marmite and scrambled egg on toast
  • A spoonful in a mug of boiling water (with bread and butter)

I’m interested in discovering new ways to enjoy Marmite, so please share with me how you like to eat Marmite…

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My shiny…

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What is my “ooh, shiny”?

I have many things that make me go weak at the knees – stationary, crafty things, burgers, Formula One, beaches. I don’t think that I can pinpoint one specific thing. I can’t identify a single thing that could be my biggest weakness. For example, I know that with one of my friends, I should steer away from the candle section. She has so many candles in it that the ISS can identify her house when they pass over the UK.

I’d say, though, the one thing that always stops me in my tracks, when looking at a menu, are the burgers. I can honestly say that if I weren’t at the table, someone could confidently order my meal: a burger. I love burgers. I like the different ways they’re served, with the different buns and the different things they put in the buns. I like the different sauces and the different places who put the sauces in the bun or in a pot next to the bun. I like the fact that sometimes I have bacon or cheese or mushrooms in my bun, or a combination (I refuse to have egg). I like the different kinds of burger (as long as they’re not lamb minted ones!) and the different textures. I just love burgers. I think, I can honestly say, that when I’m out at a restaurant, they are my “ooh, shiny” item. I get lost in the menu, exploring the different burgers.

 

“Bit piggy?”

I was conversing with Flossie via text the other day. She informed me that she was having a McDonald’s for lunch. From my observations, this isn’t just a bog standard meal. This is a large meal with a few burgers on the side.

I reply to her text to say that I was having a cheese and pickle sandwich, apple, crisps and two yogurts. What I failed to mention was that the two yogurts make one standard size one.

Her response was: “Two yogurts? That’s a bit piggy, isn’t it?”

Inspiring myself to eat

Usually I’m all about the food, but, these past few weeks, I feel that I need to be motivated and inspired to even open my fridge. I was wondering earlier “what are the best dinners I’ve had?” – I rather hoped that one of those meals would inspire me (and yes, it has!).

11115771_10155437923345434_6370014121688157387_nI’ll be honest – I like food that isn’t good for me. I like fish and chips, hot dogs, sausage rolls, crisps, cake, chocolate, chocolate cake, chips… But my #1 go to food is a burger. If I am in a restaurant and I cannot decide on what to eat, I will always pick a burger and hope that I’m not going to be disappointed.

The best burger that I have eaten (not the one pictured) was last year, on my birthday, in a roadside diner. To be honest, those roadside diners aren’t really the type of place that I would choose to eat at but the person I was with recommended it, so we went there. I wasn’t disappointed.

Right now, I’m looking forward to having a burger on Sunday. I have some in my fridge waiting to go on my BBQ.

So, Sunday’s dinner is planned. What about tonight’s?

11541011_10155735411400434_144120354231359204_nI like curries. I don’t like them stupidly hot. I prefer milder ones – a chicken tikka masala does me just fine. I either defrost a pitta bread from my fridge, or I open a packet of ready salted crisps to dunk into it. I’d prefer a “pomp-a-dom”, but opening a packet for just me is a bit of a waste.

I’ve learnt to make a half-decent curry (if I do say so myself) but the best curry I’ve ever eaten have been made by our west country family friends. Unfortunately, I don’t have the freezer space to make one for myself, and I really don’t want to be over-phased by a big pot of the stuff, so I have a ¬£1 ready meal waiting for me to lovingly cook in the microwave.

13590320_10157165416845434_1230712252449396403_nI’ve had ready meals before. However, since living alone, I’ve tried to avoid them in favour of¬†cooking my own ‘ready meals’. I can make them cheaper, know what I’ve put in them, and use less salt than what the boxes say are in the supermarket made ones. Unfortunately, life at the moment means that I’m probably better off with a selection of them in the freezer, and they really aren’t that bad! I had a roast dinner one last night – it was absolutely delicious. I was¬†actually quite disappointed to finish it, but all nice things must end.

The photo that I’ve included are some ready meals that I made for myself – roast chicken dinners. Nothing beats it being home made – the best ones were cooked by Grandma and continue to be cooked by Nanna and a popular roast-dinner-restaurant-chain. But my ¬£1 dinner wasn’t too shabby.

Changing tastes

I used to scoff at people who told me that my tastes would change. What I like today, I might not necessary like tomorrow. What I disliked yesterday, I might like today. But I always wondered how I would know that I now like something when until that time I haven’t.

Take, for example, my attitude towards vegetables. When I was living at home, I ate vegetables because Nanna served them. I’d take the bare minimum on offer, and I never really enjoyed them. I much preferred to eat my vegetables disguised in stews and soups. Just like salads have never appealed to me. 

Now I’m doing my own shopping, I could be forgiven for not buying foods that I dislike. Now I’m cooking for myself, I could be forgiven for not cooking foods that I dislike. But, they’re ok when hidden in the depths of a stew or combined with other foods that I do like.

So, how have I discovered that my tastes are changing?

It started at Christmas. I was at a Christmas meal with colleagues, and I had a single Brussels Sprout. I just had one. I dipped it in gravy, I put it in my gob, I chewed it and I realised that there was something different about it. The expected taste of sour ear wax didn’t come. The anticipated taste of disgustfulness didn’t arrive. 

I won’t go so far as saying that I particularly enjoyed my annual Brussels Sprout, but it was more pleasurable than previous years. 

My experience got me thinking: what else might taste better? I’ve been trying “new” foods and have discovered that actually, a lot of vegetables and melons aren’t as yucky as I have previously analysed them as being.

  • Cider isn’t as yeasty as I previously thought it was – flat cider is still rank though…
  • Wine can still be bitter but I have produced a short list of my favourites.
  • Cauliflower isn’t as bitter as it was before – but unless I’m turning it into soup, I don’t like the taste when it’s too soft. It tastes nicer raw.
  • Courgettes have quite a nice taste when cooked in butter and black pepper.

However, peppers and lamb and mashed potato are still quite gross…

It doesn’t just apply to food. I’ve discovered that my TV habits are changing. I now find myself watching reconstructions of murders in relationships, house buying programmes, programmes about history and Columbo. I’m also finding myself browsing the home furnishing, DIY and furniture departments in shops with interest rather than boredom and tuning into Radio Two…