It depends of course whether your marzipan is made in a factory in Dundee or comes prepared by artisans from Germany or Central Europe.
Proper marzipan is a gift from the gods.
There’s even a street in Budapest called Frangepan utca.
Cheese?
Complete waste of time eating the mass produce mild versions, although I liked them well enough back in the day.
I have to be in the right mood for blue cheese though.
I must have missed the connection between Liz Truss and cheese though.
Unless it’s yet another Hungarian connection and she’s s’hite.