Shopping to a recipe: #middleclassproblems

I spent two hours today scouring the town for sambal oelek. It doesn't help that I've only ever seen the word written down and I have no idea how to pronounce sambal oelek^[0]. Jordan Valley: nothing. Kamco: rien. All the little Asian shops: devoid. So, as I'd expected, I ended up hiking across the Meadows to the fabulous Lupe Pintos again, muttering to myself about how I should have just gone directly there in the first place.

Lupe Pintos not only had sambal oelek but also two other types of sambal I'd never even heard of before. Lupe Pintos also has a ten-quid minimum card purchase, so having swiped the necessary jar of unpronounceable goodness it's time to help myself from the wall-sized range of chilli sauces. I'm running low on some of the basic staples and, besides, one can never have too many chilli sauces.

Although I think it's possible that I'm getting close.

Once I was done in Lupe Pintos I popped across the road to the Co-op for garlic, and while there I beheld this:

Goddammit.

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[0] Oelek is from the Dutch, so it's pronounced ulek, which sounds like it should be the Martian word for Dalek and makes me wonder if the two have been teaming up.