Brown Sauce

I went out with my backpack yesterday and on my return I noticed this bottle of brown sauce in a side pocket. A week ago, Peter and I had fish and chips in Nairn. Peter bought the brown sauce from the chip shop. I assume brown sauce is unavailable in Germany and therefore an exotic delight. At the same time I am reading a memoir called ‘Wah!’ by Cynthia Rogerson, a Californian now domciled in the Highlands. On her very first visit to these septered isles she remarks on the no frills naming of items like ‘paper shop’ and ‘brown sauce.’ I don’t use brown sauce so I suppose it is going to sit on the shelf for a very long time.