thick and black

I have never seen Vegemite spread so thickly“, said my American work colleague, staring at my lunch of wholemeal sourdough toast with a thick black covering.

Although it was actually Marmite, not the American-owned Vegemite, the point was taken nonetheless. I grew up in a Marmite-loving family, and seem to have passed on that trait to at least one of my offspring.

I did cut down my Marmite consumption a few years ago after an episode of gout. But I discovered that the gout story is rather complex, and despite purine’s role in uric acid production, the medical evidence indicates: “There is very little scientific proof that avoiding the purine-rich foods (such as Marmite) can successfully reduce gout attacks.

So I intend to continue this particular habit until I die. Indeed, the time when I stop looking forward to a dose of Marmite is probably an indicator that death won’t be far away.

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ageing and decaying, misanthropic, cynical...black
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