Vegemite - it's not for the faint of heart!

On the radio today as I was driving home, the announcer, after playing Men At Works "Down Under," said that Vegemite was like Crisco on bread.

I had to immediately point out his error!
.@ChuckNowlinWZLX Vegemite is NOTHING like Crisco!!  It's a yeast extract. Think of mixing a cup of tar with a cup of salt; that's what Vegemite tastes like.

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