Dangerous Substance Not Allowed


We have house guests from England staying with us. Yesterday Chris and Eileen arrived, after a long journey from the Lake District via Glasgow. Their 26 year old daughter Nel arrived last week. A nursing student, she wanted to research what she could about nursing in Ontario and is visiting here and there and listening to whomever will talk! :)

 File:Marmite.jpgEileen confided that she had to surrender a jar of Marmite at the airport, it was in her purse and spotted as it went through the scanner. At 150 gm. it was classified as a paste, 50 gm. over the 100 gm. limit. This is nothing to do with the reported ban of Marmite and Irn-Bru in Canada!

I wonder how many more jars of Marmite are piled up at the airport, seized from British travelers who only want their Marmite on toast for breakfast. An acquired taste, for sure, but once embedded, a necessity of life! :) Fortunately, it can be found in Canada, and I am in no doubt that the Ashton family will come home with some this afternoon. :)

Comments

Dave Hingsburger said…
Oh how I tried to like Marmite. I really, really tried. But, I simply couldn't. Many people have told me that there is an art to Marmite on toast ... if that's true, I may be David but I'm not a Marmite Michelangelo.
5:38 PM
Susan said…
Blechhhhh!
(And that's all I'm going to say about that. :) )
7:36 PM
Belinda said…
Oh, my friends, the secret is spreading it sparingly. You lavish hot toast with butter and dot with Marmite. Yum! ;) But I must confess I have not had it for many years, which might mean that the "yum" is more in my head than on my taste buds.:)
10:47 PM
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