oh most humble
of extracted yeast spreads
to see you basking upon my toast
makes my heart and tummy warm
while not appealing to many
it is a taste
developed from early childhood
i have to laugh
when i see the taste test videos
doing it all wrong
just a light coat
on top of another light coat of butter
not two centimetres thick
from crust to crust
well that’s not the way i do it
i love it
but i’m not about to eat it with a spoon
it’s a savoury condiment
it's not marmite - yucko!
it enlivens the pallet
and
if you want to get tastily creative
smear it all over a beef roast
bung it on a spit for a few hours
you will thank me after
nyom!
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Comments (5)
Iconic. Spread it thick!!!!
Here is the most Australian thing I have read or seen in my whole life: “bung it on a spit for a few hours you will thank me after” Sir, here in America I think that comment would get you a bj … in a gay bar. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 This is entertaining and a nice ode to our old pal Vegemite. If one wants to spread it 2cm thick, try SPAM instead. 🤙🏻
I've not had marmite before but yes I've heard that we're supposed to only use very little. Loved your poem!
Shoe polish for toast? No. No. And no. My Australian friends never forgave my honesty, and I stand uncorrected. :/
Haha love it! It’s the best with butter on toast when you are sick. Very comforting right. 😁