“He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich.”
I now know why “he” was smiling. At the hotel’s internationally-themed brunch buffet today, next to the croissants and pastries and whole grains and cornbread and rice cakes, was an array of jars filled with accompanying spreadables–butter, marmalades, jams, peanut butter, Nutella and…vegemite, to name a few. (I have discovered through personal research that any Australians vacation in Thailand and Cambodia) Having always been interested to know what a vegemite sandwich actually was, and surprised to find that it’s not vegetables at all, but a spread that looks much like a cross between fig jam and recovered Valdez oil sludge, I spread a tablespoon on my toast, thinking of the peanut butter and/or Nutella that I passed over. “Oh no!” “Get OUT of my mouth” my brain screamed. The powerful salt overwhelmed first–scary when you are thinking sugar. Then, the bitter, then the cloying, yeasty, feels-like-chemical affect, that left me thinking “down under cheese.” Umami, you just lost many points o my flavor-preference scale!
Suggestion…If you ever have a Vegemite sandwich, I suggest you smile, and give that thing away. (Nutella, you have nothing to worry about!)
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