Marmite is a spread that we have over here - similar to Vegemite in Australia. I don't know if it is available it the USA or Canada. If you don't know it, it is a thick, black tar-like substance that clings to the sides of the jar, which is dark brown glass, making it very hard to see.
As I sat at the breakfast table, spreading Marmite on my toast, the jar was getting very empty. But, if I persevered and scraped away at the insides of the jar I could still get some of the residue that clung to the glass.
After a couple of minutes scraping I had got enough for my toast. Then, THUNK! I new jar appeared on the table,while MRS RC told me to stop scraping as the sound was going through her head.
Suddenly I was 6 years old, sitting in the house that I grew up in, holding a not-quite-totally-empty jar of Marmite, scratching for a little bit more of the precious substance. Now I know the mind plays tricks on us, but I don't remember us ever having a new jar of Marmite when I was a kid! Looking back I almost suspect that we had the same jar for around 15 years, that I spent 15 years scraping out the elusive contents for my toast. I am sure that this is not really the case, but it is odd, don't you think? Surely I would have memories of digging into a fresh, new jar of my beloved Marmite?