<Too too good but boy was I sniffing and crying toward the end--my wife would have laughed if she hadn't been at work. One of the joys of eating at home alone sometimes---getting things hot enough for the endorphin rush to kick in and not looking silly!> Good point, Rich! Since our home consists of people of mixed religions (my wife is definitely NOT of the CH faith), many's the time I've sat over a solitary meal of incendiary delights, tears fallin' down like rain. A stranger, peering in the window, might be misled into thinking I was some sort of sensitive soul, suffering in private grief. I suspect there's a YKYACH entry here someplace... Gary ("Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting." Geoffrey Chaucer)