I have no idea what is is, but I love it. It could be made of puppy dog tails for all I know.
Not knowing means that it’s good for me. It must be. I suspect it’s a superfood.
I know, I could read the label on the side of the packet but somehow, the mystery of manjar would then be lost.
Until someone spoils it for me, I will continue putting manjar on my toast. Or on any bread come to that. I’ve even just eaten it with a spoon.
I may have a problem.
If someone does try to explain it I can tell you now my fingers are in my ears and I am shouting “la la la” at the top of my voice.
Happy new year.