“which anyone could have guessed from breakfast. Usually our morning fare was watery vegetable broth and burnt rice, but today a feast awaited us. There was fish congee with all the toppings-chives and dried shrimp and salted eggs and an enormous pan of fried crullers, her specialty. Mama only made crullers when she foresaw good tidings in our future. "This is the trip that's going to change everything," she'd said, dropping a cruller into Nomi's bowl of congee. "I can feel it." After we ate, she gathered us around Baba. "Come, ask your father what presents you'd like him to bring back.”
Book:A Forgery of Fate