Two lost white guys with a common quest

Shopping at the Buford Highway Farmer’s Market, where I’m used to being one of the few non-Asian/non-Hispanic customers, I lingered in the Thai section searching for just the right ingredient to give my Pad Thai the right zing. After navigating the shelves for the second time, I noticed another white guy examining a package of tamarinds that I previously glossed over.

“We must be looking for the same thing,” I said, “I’m looking for tamarind paste, how about you?”

“I need tamarind powder,” he replied.

“What are you making?” I asked.

“I don’t know, I was just told to get tamarind powder.”

Poor guy. I grabbed the package of tamarinds, which turned out to be just what I needed.

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