I’m not Australian. If I were, I’d make a concerted effort to grill on a regular basis just so I could say “bah-bie”. I’d also call everyone a “mate” – which Americans might not take well to, nor my hubs. I’d understand all the craze behind this product they call ‘vegemite’ which, from what I can tell, is something I’d never want on my bread when I could instead have preserves or apple butter. I’d presumably like Uggs. And last but certainly not least – if I were Australian, I’d eat a helluva lot of kangaroo. Don’t start giving me a sob story about those cute little marsupials that hop around with their “joeys” all innocent-like. I think Bambi and Piglet are cute too, but that doesn’t mean I’m becoming a vegetarian any time soon. So, just bear with me, ok? Kangaroo meat is, for obvious reasons, primarily consumed in Australia,...
