I take it you're not a Marmite fan?
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Perfection is entirely individual. Any philosophy or pursuit that encourages individuality has merit in that it frees people. Any that encourages shackles only has merit in that it shows you how wrong and desperate the human mind can get in its pursuit of truth.
I get blunter and more narcissistic by the day.
I'd apologize, but...
Every time I read the thread title I think, you could lick it off your finger.
After years of avoiding yeast extract, I don't know why I would suddenly eat it on purpose. MSG is not appealing to me, in any form.
Knifegill is christened to be high carb now!He gives me Lamprey Kisses in the midnight seanotontherug:
the buttstuff...never interested.
Flubby tubby gums latching onto me
For all that I've done wrong, I mastodon something right...
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My mother used to feed us yeast pills and things with yeast added. My mother's propensity for serving "foods" selected for their medicinal value has gone a long way toward pushing me in the opposite camp: I only eat food that tastes good.
So I've been following this thread with morbid curiosity, while suppressing the urge to retch.
Around age 10 or 11 the discussion came up at school about chocolate spread you could put on a sandwich. I'd never had it, because my mom wouldn't buy it, so I was jealous of those kids who could bring a 'chocolate' sandwich to school (looking back now, it was probably Nutella or something like it). One of my friends was British, but had lived in and emigrated from South Africa. Someone asked her if she knew what we were talking about and she said 'I think so' and the next day she said she had a 'chocolate' sandwich and offered me a taste. That brown shit was NOT chocolate. It was Marmite.
Now, being of Dutch descent, I HAVE eaten chocolate sprinkles on toast. Looks like mouse turds.
From the time my daughter started school until she reached high school age, I fixed her lunch every day. In fact, I fixed her what she wanted, which was a peanut butter sandwich on soft whole wheat berry bread. She never wanted jam, but sometimes for variety I would mix half a jar of peanut butter with a few ounces of melted dark chocolate and use that.
I know some adults get bored fixing the same thing for their kids every day, and end up making "healthy" things their kids give away or throw away. Later my daughter told me how much she appreciated having what she wanted to eat every day.
I still think she could have had a tidy income selling chocolate peanut butter sandwiches to her classmates.