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ryan wrote:Oh look, this is so bloody typical-Jub Jub`s probably snaffled a kg. of trub and collapsed under the kitchen table with yeast bubbles blowing out of his ring and does anyone spare even a thought for him?
NO
It`s inhuman, I tell you.
ROFLMAO
and Kev - Uncle Chop Chop reckons you should harden the f@ck up
(profanity warning lol)
Kevnlis wrote:My wife ate the stuff in the states long before I moved here. I couldn't stand it then, and I probably never will! Even the smell makes my stomach turn!
I'm with Kevnlis on this one. Not being a native born aussie (only a certified one) (make of that what you will) I also can't stomach the stuff and wince in horror at mrs warra and her brekky every morning. At least she has banned me from ever making her brekky toast. I once spread the stuff as thick as jam on her toast. I was told that was totally wrong, and after continued pretence of ignorance, I was banned from future vegemite applications! Suits me.
And while we're at it, and totally OT, I feel the same about mint sauce on lamb...
gregb wrote:Spot the foreigner. Kev, most native born Aussies are weened on Vegemite toast. Didn't they tell you that at immigration?
Cheers,
Greg
My wife ate the stuff in the states long before I moved here. I couldn't stand it then, and I probably never will! Even the smell makes my stomach turn!
Your just not spreading it on thick enough Kev, it needs to be about 1/2" thick
While my reference to the self-consumption of trub were in jest.. or were they , I will have a tasting oportunity of German Pilsener trub comming up in about 2 weeks. For the vicarious endulgement of the readers here, I will post tasting notes of this delightful.....erh disgusting creamy paste.
Good fun reading the relies by the way, I too had to clean my monitor - Ryan.
Kevnlis wrote:Yeah most of the people in my family do eat it that thick. I think most just scratch a bit over some butter though?
....you need to go hard core on this. Grab the largest white bread roll you can find at the bakery, spread butter on top and bottom, spread on a decent coating of vegemite on the bottom slice, pour in half a 300g bag of cheese twisties, take a bite and congrats, you're now a real aussie eating good and healthy aussie smoko food!
My mum told me of the gubers, oops, american friends who set up a bomber squadron at an airbase not far from the old farm - they used to receive cases of vegemite and thought it was packing grease for the aviation components!!!
Kevnlis wrote:
Don't worry, I got dog poo in my mouth once
You have to go one better -everyone else steps in it.
Not you-you decide to eat it
I know right? I am like... such a show off! Geez... Whatever...
Actually it was thrown at me by my little brother and it hit me in the face and got in my mouth a little. Was not as bad as the time I siphoned gasoline and accidentally swallowed a fair mouthful (we need one of those cool little spew icons, they come in handy at times like this)
Many years ago, Mum and Dad hired a campervan and toured NZ. They arrived at a glacier somewhere that featured an 8 HOUR WALK!! So they parked and locked the van and took off....there were signs around warning people to lock their cars etc for security, etc. They were also warned about petrol syphoning...
They came back to the van and sure enough, found a hose sticking out of the side of the van near the back and thought they had been syphoned. But they also noticed a large pool of vomit on the ground and when they investigated further, discovered that the idiot had shoved the hose in the toilet outflow pipe instead....
My dad has a similar story: He's a GP and worked for 30 years in Brunswick. He used to do quite a lot of house calls, and on one occasion an old bloke gave him a urine sample in an old whiskey bottle, which dad left on the back seat. He went in to another house call and came back to find the rear quarter-light broken and the bottle nicked. Poetic justice I say.
T.
Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
-- The Twelfth Night, William Shakespeare
My dad has a similar story: He's a GP and worked for 30 years in Brunswick. He used to do quite a lot of house calls, and on one occasion an old bloke gave him a urine sample in an old whiskey bottle, which dad left on the back seat. He went in to another house call and came back to find the rear quarter-light broken and the bottle nicked. Poetic justice I say.
T.
It`s quite possible it was the same miscreant that Trough mentioned- quite a few dumb Kiwis emigrated to Melbourne.
and does anyone spare even a thought for him?
