Today for class my english professor, Mr. Ryder, brought in Vegemite for us to try. I've been waiting for this day because he's been talking about it for weeks now, from showing us commercials to expressing his joy from when he ordered the yeast extract online. Mr. Ryder proudly prepared slices of toast covered with Vegemite and butter for those who wanted to try the Australian product. To get the full experience, I decided to take a bite from the area with the most Vegemite. Before we even tried the product, Mr. Ryder first passed around the jar for us to smell, and the jar smelled like cocoa for some reason, but with a strong scent. After taking a bite, all I could taste was pure salt and a bit of oil, which at first was not pleasant, but after a while it somewhat tasted good. I was not let down by Vegemite, as it was not as bad as I thought it would be. I would try it again, but I would not be able to have it every day as the Aussies do.
For Thanksgiving break, my relatives from North Carolina came to visit. They didn't come empty handed however, bringing a box of fresh Bojangles that they bought along the way here. When I realized they bought some for us, I was totally hyped, not because they brought food, but because Bojangles means a lot to me. What most people don't know about me is that I'm originally from Charlotte, North Carolina. Bojangles is also from Charlotte, being founded in the Queen City in 1977. I used to eat it when I lived in North Carolina, until I moved here to Ohio. I only have Bojangles when I visit my relatives in Charlotte because the fast food restaurant only serves in the Southeastern region of the country, and not here in Ohio. Every time I have Bojangles, I always have memories from when I used to live in North Carolina, and I feel like I'm still living there when I eat it as well. One day when I was discussing another paper with my English professor, Mr. Ryder, we talked a...
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