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The one craving I've had since coming to the States is Marmite. Its absence is a creeping need that gradually steals all enjoyment in life from the sufferer, and leads, for all I know, to ultimate lowly and miserable death. So I've solved the problem by finding a pot of Marmite in the most inaccessible corners of this country and hoarding it, taking only small amounts when absolutely necessary. But I know it's probably bad for me, containing so much salt as it does, and a while back I decided not to have any more. And the way I've got round the craving and (probably) demise, is to keep one pot with just a little in it, hidden away at the back of a cupboard. My body knows it's there, so it doesn't panic and it lays off the frantic calls for Marmite. So far, it's working and I haven't needed any Marmite for a few years now. And, in case you're worrying about my little store going bad, I reckon that's impossible - salt is one of the methods of preserving food, after all. |