The way to a man's heart...
We all know the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. We also know that if a man's heart is not in something he's very unlikely to motivate himself in regard to that thing. Today these two thoughts collided in my life in the most unsavoury of ways. But first the back story, given mainly because I was recently mocked by a friend for always giving the most elaborate back stories before telling the simplest of anecdotes! The back story is that I have long lectured Rowan on the biblical injunction to eat what is set before you . While I don't claim to be exactly excited by this instruction I do believe it to be important, particularly in a cross-cultural context. I always do my best to abide by it. Fast forward to lunchtime today: we're sitting outside a pizza restaurant, almost overlooking the Neretva. The A5 piece of bright yellow photocopied paper that was the menu was safely secured against the breeze under the heavy glass ash-tray. Rowan scanned the menu for...