Under the heading of "I guess it serves him right".... After sending out over 75 slices of the bread I had one come back to me from a bad address (sorry Steve Nearman). Not wanting it to go to waste I took it to the firehouse. Asking the administrative chiefs if they would like a piece of 'fresh, hot, homemade bread', I sampled it out. They all knew me well enough to be suspicious but still weren't prepared for what hit them. After recovering, one of the chiefs ordered me to eat some so he could see it. Never let 'em see you sweat is my motto. It worked long enough for him to stomp off dissapointed, but then it hit MY empty stomach (9 am is a little early for the bread). There sure is no mistaking it when it arrives! Still, it was worth it. -Jim Campbell http://www.wildpepper.com