tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15417436.post487049232307764238..comments2024-01-08T12:20:35.916-06:00Comments on Rants by Ronni: MarmiteRonnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02062796442588373271noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15417436.post-86599798976227296252009-09-10T08:37:23.304-05:002009-09-10T08:37:23.304-05:00Well, Nosey in Nottingham, you are welcome to come...Well, Nosey in Nottingham, you are welcome to come and read any time. When my son was home from college over the summer, I took him to Friar Tuck's, and the place was hopping! We had to wait while they cleared us off a table! I was so pleased to see the place full. He ordered soup, being a bit leery of English food, and I went straight for the sausage roll. When the food came, he pronounced his soup delicious, but was casting a covetous eye on my sausage roll, so I got him one, too, and he polished it off. <br /><br />The business is doing very well, in spite of the economy, and Mrs Stevens is wonderful.<br /><br />I usually buy my Marmite at World Market, because it's cheaper, but I do go for Deborah's cheese scones...Ronnihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02062796442588373271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15417436.post-42579344738320065532009-09-10T04:15:05.690-05:002009-09-10T04:15:05.690-05:00Ronni, I've just had such a larf reading you m...Ronni, I've just had such a larf reading you mad (both meanings ta) blog! Was Googling good friend Debsi's restaurant (friar tucks) for comments, I'm just 'Nosey of Nottinghamshire' sitting here in Blighty watching in wonderment as her life goes on in Texas. Found her on your page under Marmite. Wierd. Do you go? Do you buy your Marmite there? Do you like what's she's done? Or should I not ask so many questions incase I incite a rant?! Ta-raaa Duck !Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15417436.post-49490801703109907792009-09-09T03:09:47.692-05:002009-09-09T03:09:47.692-05:00Boiled asparagus?
I crave itBoiled asparagus? <br /><br />I crave itSusanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05559060504098259089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15417436.post-55946943644577699902009-09-09T01:20:56.847-05:002009-09-09T01:20:56.847-05:00Aaah, Marmite! I grew up on it too (smeared on rus...Aaah, Marmite! I grew up on it too (smeared on rusks for teething, and as a toast or sandwich spread). I always have a jar in the cupboard, mostly for toast these days, but also for the occasional Marmite and lettuce sandwich or hot drink (mixed with water). I prefer Marmite but I'm a bit of a Vegemite fan too.Mystybluenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15417436.post-72870420616037847432009-09-09T01:07:01.001-05:002009-09-09T01:07:01.001-05:00It's a canard. You never had one of my mother...It's a canard. You never had one of my mother's Cornish Pasties!Ronnihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02062796442588373271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15417436.post-26774508132187788092009-09-09T01:02:28.472-05:002009-09-09T01:02:28.472-05:00The British are not known for their gourmet cookin...The British are not known for their gourmet cooking.leadstoryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05023828958883212628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15417436.post-39253627378894161462009-09-07T23:13:26.761-05:002009-09-07T23:13:26.761-05:00Melissa, they never would have acknowledged it was...Melissa, they never would have acknowledged it was abuse. How could they? What their parents did to them...now, THAT was abuse!<br /><br />Allison, the stuff tastes salty and sort of "beefy."Ronnihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02062796442588373271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15417436.post-47968410501176013052009-09-07T23:02:36.500-05:002009-09-07T23:02:36.500-05:00I've never heard of marmite. Is it sweet, nutt...I've never heard of marmite. Is it sweet, nutty, salty? What does it taste like?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15417436.post-40018670395645390752009-09-07T13:11:03.359-05:002009-09-07T13:11:03.359-05:00GAH! That tradition. My grandparents had it. An...GAH! That tradition. My grandparents had it. And my grandfather was an abusive man and had my mother cowed. To this day I cannot even LOOK at corned beef.<br /><br />I had a will for sure. My grandfather made me sit for HOURS staring at the plate of meat that I couldnt even swallow. I gagged it back up (why couldnt they see I tried I wonder?) So I sat.<br /><br />The next morning I got up after being FINALLY put to bed without eating any of it to see that masochist making corned beef hash. All I could imagine was having to sit all day and night at that table.<br /><br />So I did what any rational 6 year old would. I hid in the closet (why that was better than the table I do not recall).<br /><br />I only came out when the police arrived and I heard my mother crying. When dear grandfather ordered her to beat me in front of the cops they advised her to take my brother and I out for lunch without the grandparents.<br /><br />Lovely story eh?Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08087323964849168183noreply@blogger.com