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A thin, drawn woman of about 40 walks along Somerset Street West one morning, her face hard-set against the approaching workday. But when she meets her two co-workers at the door of the hair salon, she grins almost maniacally as the gossiping that will carry them through their day begins.
Their laughter grabs the attention of a deliveryman two doors down, who pauses from his pallets of lemons and oyster sauce long enough to light a cigarette. A sign in a window across the street advertises Vietnamese subs, and he wonders if today might be the day he finally tries one. He looks at his watch and tells himself probably not; who knows where in the city he’ll be by lunchtime?
Fiona Mantha barely notices the deliveryman as she enters the Kowloon Market to get onions, but the twentysomething woman also looks at her watch. She has already picked up some cumin and garam marsala fron the India Grocery Store near Bronson, and calculates that she’ll have more than enough time to stop on her way home at Raw Sugar Café for a cup of tea with owner Nadia Kharyati. She wants to give Nadia her recipe for curry soup. “It’s cheap, healthy and delicious,” she says.
Raw Sugar is right by Chinatown’s Royal Arch, and all the ingredients Nadia needs for the soup are close at hand—spices from Nasa Food Centre down at Booth; canned tomatoes and chick peas from Shiraz, the Persian grocery store at the corner of Percy. She’ll add her own touch to the soup with some coconut milk from Kowloon; the clerk there recommends the Aroy-D tetrapak, and so Nadia gives it a try.
The warming soup quickly becomes a popular and comforting favourite on Raw Sugar’s menu. The deliveryman sitting at a small table wonders briefly why he’s never been in before to try it, but he has little time for such thoughts: he looks at his watch as he gets up to leave. With any luck he’ll be done his deliveries by five. On his way out he passes three women in white smocks by the large, bright front window, drinking jasmine tea and chattering all at once. He thinks their laughter sounds faintly familiar.