It is Easter Sunday and, as is the tradition in England, a lot of chocolate eggs have been exchanged: big, tasty chocolate Easter eggs. My Lenten fast ended just before breakfast this morning with my first taste of chocolate since February. Yum!
I may not have had a lot of fermented grape juice since I have been home, but Thud wanted to make sure that I still had something yeasty. So he bought me this Marmite egg to try. Marmite is a spread made out of yeast; it is dark, sticky, smelly and extremely salty. Lots of people love it, or hate it. Thud and I never had Marmite when we were growing up, it wasn't something our Vinomum liked even, so we never acquired a taste for it. I had cousins who liked Marmite and they would eat it spread on top of buttered bread. Yuck!
The Marmite Easter egg tasted bizarre. I wouldn't say that I hated it exactly, but Marmite flavoured chocolate is not something I would really want to eat again, (but I'll try anything once). It was intensely salty. If I wanted to be pretentious about it, I'd describe the taste as umami-like. Titter, titter, again.
Eat chocolate!
