Marmalade Dreams

I have not eaten Marmalade in over 10 years (that's the number of choice at the moment, though I'm sure it's longer than that). When I first heard of Marmite, I naively believed that it was an odd way to refer to the orangey spread in question. Obviously not, so I learned.

Now, I'm alright with Marmite. It's a spread that pleasing enough when not spread on thick enough to hide the visible grain of a perfect slice of toast (which is another dream and associated quest to be saved for another day), yet its savory tang leaves something to be desired when all you really want is a light caress rather than a fucking pinch (Yeast Extract) or Make-out session (I'm putting Crunchy Peanut Butter or any Chocolate Spread in this category) with your toast for breakfast.

And, yes, I realize that Marmalade doesn't exact have a smooth, tang-less flavor, but it's one that I have idly yearned for ... for a while. Since I first heard of Marmite, probably. And in those 6 years, that idle yearning has grown till now it is possibly on the verge of nearly potentially getting to the point where it could consume me. Almost.

And, yes, I realize that in the various hotels that I have taken temporary residence in over the years since this yearning emerged, marmalade has probably been on offer as a spread at the free or subsidised breakfasts on offer. But that isn't a fair example to cite seeing as there's usually so much laid out that the mind is often sent into a state of dicombobulation and perplexity that all that you can do is go for the beans on toast and the randomly pleasing children's cereal.