It's nice to be remembered .... I guess ...

One of my coworkers came back from a three-week vacation in Africa this week. On his first morning back, he came into my cube, and, rather than saying hi or how's it going or anything normal, he said -- with a slightly appalled look on his face -- "I brought you something."

With that, he plunked this onto my desk.


I said, "Oh wow."

This particular coworker knows I love Vegemite, which he finds hideous, for some reason. To him -- and many others apparently -- Marmite and Vegemite taste the same! But let me just tell you, they do not!

Vegemite is really good! I wouldn't eat it by the spoonful the way I do Nutella (a habit this same coworker finds horrifying for reasons that remain obscure), but it's still very tasty!

But Marmite ... well ...

It's different, okay?

But now that I've been presented with the largest commercially available jar of the stuff, I'm trying to get a taste for it.


After a few days of having a snack of Marmite on cheese crackers ... I'm getting used to it.

I keep offering other coworkers a sample of my snack but no takers so far.

I can't believe that in the middle of this dude's vacation, he actually was in a store, saw a jar of Marmite, and thought, "Oh I know exactly who to get THAT for!" My eating habits must have made a lasting impression on him.

It's gonna take awhile to get through this jar, though, believe me.