Chris Richardson of The Aussie Nomad sent me some packets of Vegemite to try out. I’ve been curious about the spread for awhile, seeing as how Australians are bloody obsessed with it, but the rest of the world doesn’t seem to understand.
Honestly, I eat anything. I’m not opposed to trying new things, unless it’s deep-fried crickets or crunchy scorpions. We eat weird shit in Newfoundland. Blood pudding, cod tongues, cod cheeks. So a paste made from yeast extract? No problem. I followed Chris’s directions exactly.
Yeah, right. It started out well, I even enjoyed the saltiness. But once the taste hit, my stomach actually turned over a little.
This is my first attempt at a somewhat “edited” video. I’m no Spielberg, and I’m pretty sure I was sweating like a whore in church, but it’s kinda funny.
And yes, this is the infamous Ange. Enjoy!
Gotta give kudos to the Aussies for enjoying this stuff. The salty after-taste lingered around for the remainder of my evening, much like that annoying friend who always drops by unexpectantly.
P.S. We don’t actually eat moose balls here.
(Thumbnail photo by Sarah Ackerman.)