I was making scrambled eggs with fresh tomato for my breakfast yesterday, and one of our guards was studiously watching everything I was doing. I didn't think this endeavor was that unique or even that interesting, but offered to make the same for the four guys that work there. Zack seemed unsure about it, until I asked if he wanted to taste a little first. He held out his hand and I put a small amount on it (this is the way things are tasted around here, particularly if you are Maasai and...