I’m packing Marmite as a special luxury for this section. And it’s bloody amazing. So I’ve tried to pay tribute to it’s taste bud boggling qualities by shooting it a soft focus vignette portrait…
I’m picturing a piece of history here. When Marmite first came to these shores in the handbag of arrogant chef Captain Cook, he had no idea that the Maori had already invented it hundreds of years before. ‘Marmite’ in NZ comes in red cylindrical pots. So poor old Pomme Marmite is relegated to the name Our Mate… It’s just not cricket is it!
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thought for a moment that was the smallest jar ever on the tip of your finger and wanted one! =)
Yeah mate, that was the exact same thing that i thought when i first saw it.
I know i always pack light when out hiking but you two really are going to the extreme =p
Ha ha :D