O egg mayo, egg mayo, wherefore art thou egg mayo?

James did a supermarket shop for Ms M, picking up some essential food items then delivering them to her door.

Midway through the journey of this mission, the next item on my shopping list was 'egg mayo tub'. This seemed simple enough, but I soon realised I had no idea where to find it. It wasn't with the eggs. It wasn't with the mayonnaise. The Sainsbury's I was at didn't have a 'tubs' aisle.

Daunted, I did what I've done in countless similar situations: I turned to Shakespeare.

What's egg mayo? It is nor hand nor foot
nor arm nor face nor any other part
belonging to a man. O be some other name.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
by any other name would smell as sweet;
So egg mayo would, were it not egg mayo call'd,
retain that dear perfection which it owes
without that title. Egg mayo, doff thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

None of this helped of course, but I spent so long wandering around thinking of ways to incorporate egg mayo into Juliet's speech that I happened upon the egg mayo. Tragedy averted.