The Vegemite has been mocking me from the cupboard for some time now, and I simply could resist no longer. Despite many warnings of the horror underneath the yellow lid, I just had to know how it tasted and what all the fuss was about.
And now I know.
Never again. Words cannot describe how completely disgusted I was by the incredibly tiny bite I took. The Aussies keep telling me its an "acquired" taste, but personally I don't see how anyone could enjoy such an atrocity unless they've been force-fed from birth. At least now when I leave I'll be able to say I've had the full Australian experience, Vegemite and all.
3 comments:
Hey Meg, it's Emily Moore (Hugh's Mom),
Perhaps you could cover the vegemite with dark chocolate: filled M&Ms, vegemite truffles, Dove's frozen chocolate bonbons. So many uses for a smell that surely a cat and dog would fight over! Hope you're getting settled and picking up the accent. Your family looks wonderful and fun to be with. Our prayers are with you during your adventures!
The kids look sweet! Have a wonderful time!
Oops, well what did you expect from the scrapings of a beer barrel. Yea, maybe chocolate, lots of chocolate could hide the taste...then again, maybe not!
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