chatty, here's a link:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marmite

marmite is a spread for toast or bread made from malt yeast you either love it or hate it

Weeeeeeell..maaaaaaaybe...if you're really, really, very, very nice to Linda, you could probably get yourself invited over to hers for a full English breakfast. But, that is if Linda likes fish in the mornings! Kippers are smoked herrings. Arbroath smokies are good as well. But it's a Scottish more than English fare. I think. Best left for Celtic and Mountain Ash to expound on.

Yep. Marmite is a love it or hate it affair and I've acquired the taste for it. Much like eating sushi, snails and frogs legs.

Swell. I have been living in the UK for the past 18 years and attended school here in my teens so, everything is familiar. It is home now. How do you like NY?

Linda, Lola, Chatty, Dotsie,
I don't know about that Marmite? I love some of Linda's English
food but there some, as I tried to explain to her, that isn't
natural to the American culture. I mean some things you grow
up with and/or they're an acquired taste. She thinks we eat too much cheesy stuff on our food. The first word I said as a baby was cheese, as I pointed to the butter. Those two items are still my first love, though I keep them within reason. My adoptive mother and grandmother always ate smoked herring on New Year's Eve: They believed that tradition brought good luck. I love smoked herring. I don't know about for breakfast, but at night it's great! Still, that marmite stuff????? I don't know. Linda ate mussels when we went to lunch. I never had a mussel in my life, or veal, or lamb, etc. But I'm a product of my raising! LOL..

New York is fine apart from driving in the snow and we have a long winter ahead but people are friendly and nice especialy Jabber who lives around the corner cheers mate

Britain is now a huge melting pot of different people so we have lots of different foods I grow up with and went to school with people from china, India, Jamaica, Singapore etc so we tryed all sort of things I went to an Iranian tea room last time I was in my home town of Huddersfield West Yorkshire

The only time I recall anyone eating herring while growing up, was on New Year's Eve. Mom's family, who was Irish, ate pickled herring right around midnight. I didn't have my grown up taste buds back then so I've never tried it.

Linda, how long have you been in the states?

I've only known groovyuklass a short time but she is one of
sweetest people I have ever met. Had I'd grown up in England,
I would probably be eating her food, too. I sit here writing
and as I look out a front bedroom window, I can see groovy's
house. It warms my heart to realize someone so precious has
moved in there. There are some awesome people in this neighborhood and I thank God for that.

Dotsie,
That's what my adoptive mom and grandma did: They ate herring
at the stroke of midnight! Some folks a few generations back,
were quite superstitious. Should a black cat cross the road
in front of our car, ma turned around and went the other direction. Don't walk under a ladder: Something bad will happen to you. If you break a mirror, it means seven years of bad luck!

I believe in KARMA! Good and bad.