See this? Know what it is? It's a virgin jar of Vegemite. Americans know not this joy. I was tempted to carve "A.C" into it with the tip of my knife, because my sister always claimed that right as we were growing up (she was the vegemite fiend, I preferred pb). But I didn't. I just slathered it on my buttered sourdough toast (that's real butter, thank you), added slices of cheese, and chowed down. Mmmmmmmmmmm.