In news unrelated to climate, I have somehow become addicted to Vegemite/Marmite as a result of having a few travelling friends stay at my place and pull these things from deep within my pantry and served for breakfast.
It feels somehow unholy, to enjoy such tar like bitterness, but I am converted.
It feels somehow unholy, to enjoy such tar like bitterness, but I am converted.
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Can one even buy Marmite at supermarkets here in Sydney?
All questions I have no answers to; questions for another day when I run to the bottom of the jar.