Okay, so what’s up with this stuff?
I honeymooned in Fiji. At the resort, the breakfast bar had toast, butter, jam, and such, and little packets of Vegemite. I thought, of course! We’re in the neighborhood of Australia and New Zealand, so naturally Fijian establishments will cater to the visitors they get most frequently, Aussies and Kiwis included.
So I said, neat, I gotta try it. Vegemite, y’know, just ain’t something you get in my neck of the States, or anywhere in the US, really, without looking really hard. So I watched a fellow diner, then, following their lead, grabbed a Vegemite packet and a slice of bread, spread it thin (no sense being too gung-ho, y’know), and bit in.
It was like licking a dog’s salty asshole.
What on earth is the attraction? Is it eaten down under just to prove how tough they are? I can’t imagine anyone wanting to taste it a second time.
Now, I know about ethnocentrism, and culturally specific foodstuffs. The escargot and ketchup-on-pancakes threads were an excellent illustration of that concept. But I’m generally pretty adventurous, and will try just about anything once – and I usually find things to be more than palatable, if not in fact pretty darn good most of the time.
And yet, having a mouthful of vegemite made me think of margarine with month-old diaper filling stirred in.
What, if you please, is the deal?
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