It's been raining for the last couple of days here on the Central Coast of California (thank goodness for the news media who have enlightened us about normal rainfall being a natural disaster, even giving it a cute name which I will not repeat....but, I digress)and rainy days do have a damping (sorry) affect on the spirit. I was trying to figure out an adequately sheltered spot to barbeque a tri-tip for my inlaws anniversary when I discovered my supply of red oak was dangerously low. I set out in the rain to the local Albertson's where I can procure the best meat of the all the local supers (yes Virginia, they carry Choice!)and bundles of red oak. I walked in the door nearest the produce department and something caught my eye. Way, way in the back, along the wall, way past the carrots, in the general vicinity of the usually sorry looking jals and serranos my trained eye caught a flash of bright orange! I hesitated, not wanting to surrender to belief, knowing that my hopes might be shattered by a misplaced bag of baby carrots. I slowly stepped, straining to focus as I moved ever closer to....is it?...YES!!, some the biggest, most beautiful Orange Habs I've ever seen! Suppressing the urge to scoop them all into a bag (I have a pound or so in the freezer already and there are other CH's in town, though not on the list, yet) I picked out a half dozen of the beautys to have with my lunches this week. Upon returning home I made a few ecstatic phone calls to my CH buddies bearing glad tidings of great joy. Happiness CAN be found, even in the middle of El N........NO, I won't say it. With fresh Habaneros Doug Looking Forward to Lunch ************************************************************* * For the sake of tolerance do we tolerate the intolerable? * *************************************************************