I drove here after work one day in search of berbere and hopefully some injera. They did not disappoint. I walked up and down the spice row reading EVERY label, looking for the berbere. I finally asked an employee (and showed her the written word), who then looked in the dried berries and told me they were out. I was thinking about the wasted trip, but finally decided to check out the bread aisle before I left to see if there was injera. Score! I bought the best whole wheat injera I've ever had. And what was located in big containers right about the injera? Berbere! Success! I now have probably a years worth...but need to work on preparing my own injera because this is not the most convenient location for me. The neighborhood is a bit sketchy, but nothing to worrisome for a female shopping alone after work.