Breakfast for him always had to be iddili, thosai or some other Indian delicacy, and it had to be homemade. The ones from the shops just would not do. Even if it was store-bought, she had to be the one to buy it, with her own money. Her husband and his father would ask for one each, and the cost could easily come up to ten or fifteen dollars. Did she need to pay through the teeth for breakfast? It was only a half-hour job to make it herself. After all, had they not brought her from India for this?