I know this is horribly dumb and stupid and small town of me, but I think I might actually be less nervous to go to the Philippines than to go to the Filippino grocery store at the end of my street. I seriously never think to go in there and the three times I've done so I just get overwhelmed by the wall of mystery sauces. I feel like a huge, white ogre or something.

But they have spaghetti sauce in bags, Erin, by the kilo.

Culture shock 100m from home: $3.99