Hoarding a bottle of of this delicious, dark, gloopy, savory and delightful “king of the spreads” in your kitchen is an extremely daring thing to do. Did you know that desperate British ex patriots may now be travelling across Europe to get their hands on it.

Marmite is truly the nectar of the gods and the ultimate heavenly experience. One squeeze of this delicious ooozy delight on a piece of toast in the morning is what makes the Brits the greatest rugy players, golfers, cricketers, sailors and lovers in the world. It is highly addictive and the lack of it reduces a deprived man to a state of sucking his thumbs and calling his mother in despair in the middle of the night….

Simply put, a man can never be a true superhero without it…

It is not only the best hangover cure in the whole world but its history goes back to World War II when Marmite was prescribed as a cure for tropical diseases like burning feet and Beriberi.

It must however, be enjoyed and consumed in style i.e. carefully dolloped on thick toast oozing with butter or crackers and to be spread very thinly. A little too much of it and you’ve blown it!!! I repeat, do not spread it on your toast like Nutella or your teeth will resemble a road that has just be freshly tarred.

Obviously Marmite is an acquired taste for the poor souls of this world who were deprived of growing up in the UK. In order to help you on your way to enlightenment and the enjoyment of the British cuisine, I have included the link to the Marmite web site (www.marmite.com) where you can practise new sandwich recipies to delight your mates during your poker nights.

For those of you who walk amongst us and silently read this blog, please stay tuned in so as not to miss the next chapter of “Pierres culinary UK experience”. The editorial staff promise exclusive reportage of Jelly’s introduction to haggis & clapshot, black pudding, kippers, toad in the hole, yorkshire pudding, knickerbocker glory, vinegar coated fish & chips to name but a few….

Vive le Marmite and the UK!