On being a suspected drug dealer – and all I wanted to do was make some horseradish sauce

Yes, I am probably, as usual, over-egging the title – just a bit.

But, when you ask for a certain substance at a chemists, there is at least a split second when the person at the counter screens you as to whether or not you are a drug dealer. (Presumably they look sideways to see if you have a dodgy souped-up 12 year old BMW waiting outside).

I didn’t realise this until I asked, in all innocence, for said substance last Saturday.

It all started when we visited the excellent Kingsley Village shopping centre near Fraddon in Cornwall, back in August.

By the way, if you’re ever down that way make sure you visit the Kingsley Village. It’s on the A30 with free parking. It has loads of clothes, Cornish crafts and all sorts of things – with an excellent restaurant. And the food emporium is just knock-out. It is like a supermarket deli with every kind of food or drink you could dream of.

But I digress. Anyway, at the village I saw something I’ve never seen before. (I didn’t even know what they look like) A pile of actual horseradishes! I couldn’t resist buying one with a view to making real actual horseradish sauce. Then I got back home and had to look up recipes to make horseradish sauce.

Problem.

The recipe ingredients included ”Ascorbic acid”.

Despite ascorbic acid being all around us (like rats, you’re never more than 10 yards away from some ascorbic acid apparently), it is very difficult to buy.

Tescos? No. Nor is it available at any other supermarket (except the pharmacy departments).

So I went to a chemist. My request for ascorbic acid met with some pauses and a visit/conference behind the counter. Eventually the assistant came back to say they didn’t have any, but I could order it.

I asked if I could get it somewhere else but was told that it isn’t sold at supermarkets because drug dealers buy it and cut it into their drugs.

So I ordered it and will hopefully pick it up tonight.

Then I’ll cut it into my drugs supply and to hell with the horseradish sauce.

Only joking.

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