Showing posts with label guilty pleasures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label guilty pleasures. Show all posts

Saturday, 10 January 2009

Marmite Cheese

Whilst wandering around Asda at 7.30 this morning, (dont ask), I happened to spot some marmite cheese lurking on a shelf. Now the only question is:

Do I need to add more marmite to my cheese on toast now, or will the marmite flavoured cheese be enough? 

Sunday, 12 October 2008

Red Cabbage - Storecupboard

Whilst you SHOULD make your own, I admit to cheating these days. Given the amount of Polish goods being sold in the supermarkets, its far easier to buy it by the jar, especially if you eat as much of it as we do.

  • Cheese and red cabbage toasties
  • As a quick splash of colour and texture to a plate of roast meat
  • As a topping for soups, particularly things like Borscht (the colours go perfectly together)
  • Mixed into crunchy salads/salsas
I also admit to eating it out of the jar late at night when i need a snack.

Friday, 12 September 2008

Marmite Monster

Im a bit of a grazer, I like to snack, small meals offering different tastes are far better than one large plate of food. This in part is why I love tapas and mezes, the whole concept appeals to my snackling side.

Which brings me to Marmite, whilst I realise its an acquired taste and you could argue its colour and texture, not to mention the smell could be classed as offputting, to me, its childhood in a jar. Even when we lived in Germany, there was always marmite in the larder. When we traveled anywhere marmite sandwichs was always on the menu, not to mention the marmite and buttered toast before we even left home.

One of my favourite comfort come snackling food is a very simple marmite on toast with a fried egg splatted on top. When you cut into the egg and the yolk spills out intermingling with the marmite and the buttered toast, Im five again and sometimes thats no bad thing.

Tuesday, 1 July 2008

Marmite

Marmite has to be one of my favourite foodstuffs. Nothing beats marmite on toast coupled with lashings of melted butter. Its my ultimate comfort food.

It takes me back to my childhood. It was the only thing my father could make so when he was left in charge, it was all we got to eat. Now when im feeling down or cant be bothered to cook, its the marmite I reach for.