My first experience of Marmite was at university, I was kissed by someone who had been eating it. Oh my goodness, you should not be allowed to surprise a girl in that way.
That put me firmly in the "hate" camp, until a few years ago when I read a few recipes assuring me that if I added it to a stew it would add a delicious flavour with none of that surprising edge, it's true and helps to make a lovely savoury gravy. One day last year Dan came home with some Marmite crisps, now if there is anything that can tempt me it's crisps, so I tentatively tried one and loved it! So then I thought if I eat it in a stew and eat more packets of the crisps than I would admit in public then maybe I could eat it as it is.
So I have been in training. I started with the teeniest amount of the stuff on the end of a spoon, probably around 1% of a teaspoon, and gradually built up to maybe half a teaspoon. This morning I took the leap and had some black gloop on toast for my breakfast. The initial bite was unpleasant, but then I got over the shock and finished the whole slice. Progress!
The swingometer needle has moved and I'm hovering around "not bad" for the time being. If I ever make it to "love" I'll let you know.