As I passed the Asian market, a little girl of about three and her mother came out, the girl all bundled up in her red winter coat, clutching to herself a large bag of dried cuttlefish. Her expression was one of possessive glee, like she'd just hit the snack jackpot, eager to rip into her prize. Obviously these things are all cultural, to my knowledge Norman Rockwell never painted a picture of children eating dried cuttlefish on a Sunday afternoon by the old swimming hole, or puckishly sneaking dried cuttlefish from the cupboard right under Grandma's nose. For instance, take the Bushmen people of the Kalahari. Bushmen children, surely at times they get that same look on their faces, surely there are treats for children hunter-gatherer style. But what?