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Soy what?

Since I've moved to the UK, I have been away from home for more days than I have been at home, and I have been lax about cooking. As evidence, I offer a single fact. After I had boiled the rice and chopped all the other ingredients, I opened my cupboard and failed to find soy sauce. Had I been home for more extended periods of time or had I been more inclined to cook during my brief stays here, this could never have happened.

And the grocery store closes at 5 on a Sunday. What's a girl to do?

Go to the 24 hour Corner Store, which purveys all manor of ingredients one might need on short notice as well as providing a hang out for the male family members of the Pakistani (?) guy who (I assume) owns the place.

Him ->"Soy sauce. This is for making Sushi?"
Me -> "Sort of. Stir fry."
Him -> "That's the opposite of Sushi! With cooked food it makes sense. But even the Sushi places give the little packets of soy sauce."
Me -> "Well, if you like it, you like it. It's like ketchup. It goes with everything!"

But raw fish and soy sauce are obviously completely incompatible to his mind and I left him looking baffled and unconvinced.

And for any interested parties, Blue Dragon soy sauce is sweet instead of salty, which is completely incompatible to my mind. Forewarned is forearmed!
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