I dare you to try it, Kip. Buy some the next time you're there.
You've mentioned that market before, I think. It seems really nice.
Moomingirl wrote:
Ah, that's right. Marmite and Vegemite combine in my brain into one inedible jar of yuckness.
Yes, they definitely had Marmite in the UK when I was growing up. My dad used to try to get me to eat it, because it's supposed to be good for you and have lots of nutrition, and I was a half starved waifling, but even the smell of it made me ill.

Fair enough, Mooms. They both kinda taste like flavoured tar.
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It is easy to go down into Hell;
Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide;
But to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air –
There's the rub, the task.
– Virgil, The Aeneid (Book VI)