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Originally Posted by diver
Marmite? 
We got some of that stuff in during a port visit to the UK, we had run out of all our vegemite.
I think we arrived back in Australia 4 months later with close to that full stock of marmite, nobody wanted to eat the stuff.
They both are acquired tastes, nobody managed to grow a liking for the second rate British product. |
My stepbro got the Marmite for Christmas. You'd have to know our mutual father figure to fully understand... he has a sense of humor that almost made me choke on my food one night, I laughed so hard.
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Originally Posted by diver
That first piece of vegemite toast back home was like eating a little piece of heaven.
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Y'know, that kind of relationship with consumable foodstuffs reminds me of Weinhard's Blackberry Wheat. I should petition the brewer to open a market out here in the Midwest.
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Originally Posted by d@rk51d3
Basically is the dregs left over from the beer brewing process, with a bit of salt and some colouring to make it look more appetising.
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I could definitely detect that sharp bite of yeast. Hard to miss. Nothing goes to waste there, and that is a good thing.
Additionally, perhaps I should convince Weinhard's that they could make more money by recycling their dregs into an American version of Marmite/Vegemite (which would undoubtedly be far superior to everything else on the planet
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Originally Posted by Oberon
It's definitely a UK thing, I've heard of UKers overseas ordering Marmite online because they can't get it locally.
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Originally Posted by d@rk51d3
A few countries would have their own variations. Some a bit sweeter than others.
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So, if I understand this properly: Marmite is A UK thing, Vegemite is an Australian thing, and various other parts of the world have something similar; with varying degrees of edibility depending upon region of familiarity, correct?
Stateside we have peanut butter (Yum!
) and Nutella, the latter of which I have not tried. They try to sell it as a substitute for bacon, hashbrowns and eggs.
If you get a chance, procure some MRE frankfurters and open those snotty suckers up on a chilly moutainside morning.
