Breakfast. Some caraway rye, toasted, with butter and Vegemite. Yummm. (Now don’t you British types go on about Marmite. Vegemite is wonderful, Marmite is disgusting.) Vegemite may be the near-perfect breakfast spread. Salty. Creamy. Chocked full of B vitamins. (And made from the residue of beer brewing.) Yummmm.
But that isn’t the point. The point is the mysterious nearly empty jar. I know I bought a full jar, but for as long as I can remember, not only this one, but every Vegemite jar is always nearly empty. Either the jars empty themselves, or the stuff grows in the bottom of the jars. Very suspicious.
Prompted by this observation, I had a fossick in the ‘fridge. BLIMY!!! All the jam jars were nearly empty. The pickle relish was nearly empty. The mayo and mustard were nearly empty. Two curry paste jars were nearly empty. The orange juice jug has only a mil or two. How can this be?
The only possible answer is the mysterious and seldom seen ‘fridge monster. The same monster that makes leftovers invisible until they grow a green coating or white fuzz. The same monster that makes ice cream evaporate leaving only traces of the Moose Tracks, and ice fuzz. I tell you this: be damn careful when you open the door to the fridge next time. Give a “Marie Laveau” knock to warn that you are going to intrude. You could end up nearly empty yourself. Or worse.
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But that isn’t the point. The point is the mysterious nearly empty jar. I know I bought a full jar, but for as long as I can remember, not only this one, but every Vegemite jar is always nearly empty. Either the jars empty themselves, or the stuff grows in the bottom of the jars. Very suspicious.
Prompted by this observation, I had a fossick in the ‘fridge. BLIMY!!! All the jam jars were nearly empty. The pickle relish was nearly empty. The mayo and mustard were nearly empty. Two curry paste jars were nearly empty. The orange juice jug has only a mil or two. How can this be?
The only possible answer is the mysterious and seldom seen ‘fridge monster. The same monster that makes leftovers invisible until they grow a green coating or white fuzz. The same monster that makes ice cream evaporate leaving only traces of the Moose Tracks, and ice fuzz. I tell you this: be damn careful when you open the door to the fridge next time. Give a “Marie Laveau” knock to warn that you are going to intrude. You could end up nearly empty yourself. Or worse.
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