Buying bread from a man in brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, do you speak-a my language?
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
And he said,I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.
My husband, who is British, by the way (hence the penchant for marmite) had just opened a Corona, stuck a lime in it and pronounced that he had a hankering for a marmite sandwich. To me, marmite tastes like tar. Salty tar. It looks like tar, too. It's a sticky, dark brown paste with a distinctive, powerful yeasty flavor which is extremely salty. You either love it or hate it, which is also the company's marketing slogan! The Australian version is called vegemite and is very similar in taste to marmite. A vegemite sandwich to an Australian kid is the equivalent of a peanut butter & jelly sandwich to an American kid, but what a difference in flavor! Ew. And yuck. My husband likes his marmite sandwich on toast with some cream cheese. He also put some on crackers with the cream cheese and actually tried to offer it to me. What is he, kidding? I'm opting for the beer today. Just keep the marmite away.