“Hey mate, want a Vegemite sandwich?”   

“No,” he said, “ I like Marmite.” 

As an Australian,  I simply couldn’t believe that somebody could resist a sandwich slathered with butter and thick, black Vegemite. 

I went to the pantry and located the two jars, one Vegemite, the other Marmite. As I untwisted the Marmite lid, its smell quickly leapt out of the jar and punched me in the nose like a prize fighter! It smelled salty and a bit like soy sauce. 

‘A soy sauce sandwich?’ I thought. ‘Who would eat such a thing?’ 

Now for the Vegemite. 

Sniff sniff, ‘Oh yeah!’