Oh believe me, I greatly dislike Vegemite. Not all Aussies like it.
In my case, I spent six years at an Australian boarding school, and the stuff was served up in huge jars on our tables at breakfast every morning, and in our senior years was one of the substances made available for us to have on toast in our small kitchenette. It was everywhere and I came to hate it.
In Fifth Form, a friend and I smeared it on every doorknob in our boarding house. We were caught and I was given the choice of eating a jar of it spoon by spoon or being caned.
I took the caning.
I took the caning.
I don't blame you. My father sprang that stuff on me when I was ten. I'm forty-five now, and I can still recall the taste of it. Salty axle grease. Yech. To each his own, but I don't care for it.
Really! This is clearly unacceptable!! Shall we get John Howard to call George Bush? lol ;-)
I like vegemite but wouldn't go so far as to take it with me to the U.S. on a holiday. But if I lived there, I'd like to be able to have some on toast and butter. I think vegemite is an acquired taste. I'd dislike it too if I were subjected to eating it on its own.. yuck!