Six Times and Counting
Each time I'm in Oz I try Vegemite as a matter of course, willing, hoping, deluding myself into thinking that I might actually like it, as if by magic I'll discover something wonderful about this vile product. And then I crunch down upon the toast and issue an unceremonious "bleh." Andrew tells me the key is thick toast, lots of butter, and just a thin, thin, thin layer of Vegemite. I'll try that next time.
For now, I'll just sing about Vegemite sandwiches and let others eat them.
For now, I'll just sing about Vegemite sandwiches and let others eat them.
posted by erica at 1:20 AM
1 Comments:
You know I share your exact sentiment on Vegemite, I use to argue (perhaps too strong a word for the disagreement) with my ex-GF about this, who from Oz seem to have a mandatory affinity for the stuff. She explained that it was in the butter, and with it, it was quite tasty. I never could get the right ratio, 1:1, 1:2, 1:10, 1:100, it just never worked. Oddly I don't mind Marmite that much. What is interesting is that the big disagreement she had about my taste was my liking Dr. Pepper, which she could never handle. -cw
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