A strong smell was carried from the pantry, so I tiptoed over to the continually growing odour. It was emitting from a red-lined jar filled to the brim with what looked like black sticky tar. The front glowed with colour and said ‘Marmite’. 

I questioned myself. It slipped off the shelf and then it was time to taste.

The goop swallowed up the knife like a hungry mouth and when yanked out, it revealed a repulsive bite. Slopped off the knife and shoved into my mouth, it had a taste like none other – it tasted like Vegemite gone horribly wrong!