That Australian staple, Vegemite, turns 90 years old today (Thursday) or tomorrow, depending on the source.
You can see not just a story but also video of Brad Pitt trying Vegemite for the first time here. The company, which is actually these days owned by America’s Kraft, has a campaign going to donate 90,000 jars to a food bank, which in some people’s opinion could constitute a crime against humanity.
And see the changing shape of Vegemite containers over the decades here.
Almost forgot: I saw a statistic today that said two cans of Vegemite are sold in Australia every three seconds.
<Thelma racks her brain>
How to celebrate… how to celebrate…?
Cue Men at Work.
The stuff tastes like they are still working their way through that first, 90 year old batch!
Brains with vegemite sauce?
We’re out of English muffins! 
*Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six-foot-four and full of muscles
I said, “Do you speak-a my language?”
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
And he said,
“I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.”*
It is absolutely disgusting! I truly believe it’s some sort of sick joke the Aussies are pulling on the rest of the world.
“Lo:eek:k…! There’s another American that’s actually going to try the shit! Bwahahahaha!”
And I’m glad I did! Wonderful stuff!
I’ve, um, never tried it myself. After seeing it and smelling, I sort of classified it up there with durian.
All hail Vegemite! Schmear of schmears! Yummmmmmmm…
We now have English muffins. 
And it doesn’t smell a day over 75.
The still sceptical may want to try it on a nice chunky slice of fruit loaf, preferably toasted - the sweet/sour/salty combo makes every part of your tongue happy at once.
As the national anthem goes ‘We ARE happy little vegemites, …’
I agree. I tried it when I went to Australia. That’s some nasty stuff.
I’ve had a jar of it in the fridge, for about 14 years. Do y’all think it’s still edible?
<Thelma graciously tosses out a straight line…>
No other food seems to invite such hatred from Americans. We like it, and we don’t care if you don’t.
I’m an American, and I love it! And if most of my countrymen don’t like it, then there’s more for me (even if I do have to hunt for it a bit.)
Yes, the jar itself might be more edible than the contents, even from day one. 
<Takes up the offer>