Years ago I was in Christchurch, NZ enroute to the Antarctic with the Naval Support Force. The Bishop of Christchurch held an annual service at Christchurch Cathedral for those going down to the ice, followed by a small reception. At the reception I took a bite out of a little finger sandwich and whispered to the Bishop, "Pardon me Father, I don't mean to be rude, but I think your peanut butter's gone bad." He laughed, clapped me on the back and said, "Ow, that's Vegemoit - it's suppowsed to toiste loik that!"
Joseph