[Blogger’s note: I was born and raised in America, moved to Canada for love in the early 2000s, and recently relocated again, in my 50s, with my British-born spouse to the southern coast of his homeland. This is an occasional series about learning new tricks in Merry Old England.]

I Marmite, But Then Again, I Marmite Not: British Food from Delicious to Distressing

Recently, my partner and I were reminiscing with two old friends about our year-and-a-few-weeks of living in the U.K. when one of the chums turned to me and said, “By now you must have formed an opinion on British food. What do you think?” A good question, and one I could answer succinctly with “It’s a mixed bag.” But I’ve never been a huge fan of brevity, as my infinitely patient readers—all 12 of you—can attest. So here’s a supersized blog post to binge on; it might be wise to keep some antacid tablets at the ready. Continue reading →