Oh, and the 40 years old discovery is thanks to having teacher friends who took children from South London to the seaside in the 70s, and somehow a large container of peanut butter came back, little used and unwanted. (It WAS smooth). Anyhow, I just thought, well, it needs using up, and tried it for the first time, never having liked the concept up until then. It was the free food aspect that first appealed. So, anyhow, I found that it lacked bite, so I added Marmite, and a taste sensation was born (for me). I have not proselytized for it, figuring that it might just be me. Now it turns out that I am not alone. Ooh, it's like finding a new bunch of relations! Perhaps it is a kind of genetic marker.
David Ainsworth ● 2680d