pag (02/17/83)
In 1977 I went on a 200 mile canoe trip in the Yukon Territory (Teslin River). My companion had recently returned from 18 months abroad, much of the time spent in Asia. Although Canadian, she had acquired a taste for Marmite, which to me was the most loathesome, unappetising sludge I'd ever seen, no less tasted. Well we brought plenty of food with us, and planned to eat lots of fish, but had somehow misjudged. We were reduced to a Marmite on rye-krisp diet for the last two days of the trip. Needless to say, neither of us has ever touched the stuff since. Ugh! --peter gross