A few weeks ago I caught sight of my overworked, frazzled, absent-minded self in the big mirror in my local grocery store and did a double take; as unbelievable as it was, I had managed to go to the store wearing my pajamas. I honestly thought I'd remembered to change into jeans and a T-shirt.
One embarrassing trip wouldn't be so bad, but it happens more often than not — mostly when I've run out of something, usually coffee or milk, which I need in order to function.
Marmite is a magical and delicious yeasty spread. It is not the only one — copycat versions of it exist around the world — but it is the original, and it is the best. I lived in Australia for a while, where one of its competitors thrives.