In London for breakfast I got to try Vegemite and Marmite. For whatever reason, I told myself I needed to try it once in my lifetime and maybe appreciate what all the Brits and Aussies sang home about. When I say it was the most disgusting thing I ever had in my life, I am not exaggerating. Not that I would know what pine tar tastes like but that would be the best comparison with all the worst kind of funk you can imagine mixed in. Besides spreading it on some toast, I also gave it a taste by dipping in my finger for a sample and regretted that fateful choice instantly. My hand smelled like Vegemite for the rest of that day. I aggressively wiped down my tongue with napkins but unfortunately for me that shit sticks and lingers. Don’t say I never warned you.
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