The 'war' between Marmite people and Vegemite people is enduring and as eternal as that stuff lasts in a jar unopened (which is a pretty long time). I don't think I ever met a Kiwi or Aussie who admitted not liking the stuff, particularly when there was an innocent Yank in the audience they could gross out. Here in Alaska where we mostly don't know about Marmite we like to describe the contents of Eskimo Ice Cream and watch the Cheechakos cringe. Then we go on to detail what goes in to Stinky heads.

I think the main thing lacking in the Pioneer space explorer was a jar of Marmite.

I think I have the only true NZ Marmite in Alaska. I've been eeking it out for five years now on a kilo, although the ideal is to spread it thick enough you can't see the butter through.

Of course, I've also eaten Japanese canned crickets (out of the can but not with marmite - fortunately an opportune spill allowed me to abandon that experiment, but strictly speaking, most of those crickets must have come off the floor to begin with, eh?)

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