Miserably, I awoke with the the terror of my brother telling my mom to put marmite in our toast. I raced down the stairs as fast as I could. I hoped to get there first. When I reached the door frame I saw the terrible sight that I wake to every morning…… My brothers gleeful smile. I finally realized that this wasn’t a dream. He was spreading marmite on my toast! ” I like Marmite”, he said.