When I lived in rural England for my 6th year, I distinctly remember taking a marmite sandwich at a birthday party, thinking from the colour it must be peanut butter, and having a terrible terrible shock. The vagaries of verbal comprehension and memory at that age, plus the incredibly plain diet of my Canadian upbringing, led me to confusing marmite and mayonnaise, and so I studiously avoided mayonnaise up until leaving home and being convinced to try it by my wife and being shocked it is in fact good.
A few times later in life I've been convinced to give it a try again, and though I see the use as seasoning in savoury dishes, I have yet to spread a small enough amount on toast to discover enjoyment.
When I lived in rural England for my 6th year, I distinctly remember taking a marmite sandwich at a birthday party, thinking from the colour it must be peanut butter, and having a terrible terrible shock. The vagaries of verbal comprehension and memory at that age, plus the incredibly plain diet of my Canadian upbringing, led me to confusing marmite and mayonnaise, and so I studiously avoided mayonnaise up until leaving home and being convinced to try it by my wife and being shocked it is in fact good.
A few times later in life I've been convinced to give it a try again, and though I see the use as seasoning in savoury dishes, I have yet to spread a small enough amount on toast to discover enjoyment.