Marmite is a yeast paste favored by Brits and Aussies, but somewhat shunned in the states. Having actually tried the stuff, I do wonder how folks can enjoy it. But then again, I like peanut butter and Fluff sandwiches, and I understand that marshmallow creme is a rather American phenomenon.
And though I've opened exactly one lid of marmite and countless dozens of lids of marshmallow creme, I can't say that I ever noticed anything quite as noteworthy as that which Claire Allen discovered on the lid of her marmite jar as she made lunch for her four year old son.I find an interesting parallel here. First, not having grown up with marmite, I'd never consider serving it to my kids as I think it's inedible. Second, I don't see anything that resembles "Jesus" in the lid. Given that there's no photographic or other visual record of Jesus, his Mom, or anyone else in his family, I do wonder why people assume that any vaguely face-like shape, which our brains are so keenly wired to detect, is Jesus or Mary. Honestly, it looks like a random smear of marmite to me.
But... if I look closely and squint, I can see the face of someone who I've encountered on screens big and small. Given this well-known character's insatiable appetite for revenge, it seems likely that even a jar of marmite would offer no refuge for the man who killed his father.
If had six fingers, I might find this particular jar a bit disturbing.