When I was growing up, in order to maintain order in the classrooms teachers would use a pizza party. In our budding Fundi Space (an African style Hacker or Makerspace) I have found that for me the equivalent to pizza has become the Jack Fruit. When he is feeling we have been particularly productive the lab manager, Victor, will show up at the door early in the morning with a huge parcel containing Jack Fruit and a sly grin. Through out the day the smell of the fruit creeps through out the house, even overpowering the universal tech smell of geeks, rework and soldering.
After a day of programing, soldering, PCB design or wireless communication most of us file downstairs. Inevitably someone stays upstairs working on a motor, a power inverter, a PCB design or some other circuit. Down in the kitchen one of the Fundis douses their hands with oil (the sap of the Jack Fruit is incredibly sticky), takes a knife and cuts open the enormous natural parcel of sticky, sweet vitamin C.
The juxtaposition of working with modern technology all day only to refuel in a manner that humans have pursued for millennium is not lost on any of us.
Arnold, a software Fundi, (we all do everything to the best of our ability but in the end we can usually be classified depending on our first loves as either software, electrical or mechanical) enjoys regaling me with his childhood tales of wandering Uganda with friends. When hungry, they would simply locate the nearest tree containing fruit.
Lacking knives the friends would find a tree that has naturally fallen in the jungle, resulting in stump that terminates in a jagged, blade-like chunk of wood. With this make-shift knife the friends would crack open the fruit and feast upon the bulbs of yellow Jack Fruit flesh.