|ne fine August day, up in a tree batting down almonds, my good friend and adopted father, Si Abderrahmen Ait Tazarine, said to me, "Always pack a warm lunch for the road."|
I replied, "Slave of the Merciful One, People of the Figs, what do you mean pack a warm lunch for the road? Even the hottest meal will cool before you reach the nearby souk!"
"Aah, Eusf, but you are still young. For I speak not of foodstuffs to carry, but of generosity by which you may earn your stay in other people's homes. Therein you will find your lunch, fresh from the fire."