Vegemite struck me as some sort of evil, fermented wallpaper paste. I don’t know how anyone ever came to like it, but I guess every place has its food only a native who grew up eating it could love.
Last year we did a trip to the South Pacific for my 50th birthday and packed some snacks and food items. The house we rented was owned by an Australian family and they had left some vegemite behind in a cupboard, along with other items. Each of us tried at least a taste and it was universally agreed that it’s not a taste that’ll ever catch on in America. At the end of our vacation we left behind some American candy, some peanut butter, and a few other snack items.
Vegamite is fantastic, especially on a fried egg sandwich