It was cold, wet and windy yesterday here in sunny Alabama and I was on my way home from work. I stopped at the local Kroger's to pick up stuff for dinner and, like I tell my daughters to do, I always check the chiles. This time El Grande had pity on my soul. I walked into the produce section and was greeted by that particular neon orange that lights the cockles of my heart and the rest of my innards. I was amazed, and very blessed, to find at least 2 pounds of fresh, gorgeous, longer-than-my-thumb habs. I snatched up at least one pound, feeling that it is only appropriate to spread the blessing by leaving some for others (but if they are they today, then they had their chance!!). You know, I don't know if it was still cold and wet when I left. B-) Blessed be El Grande, George J. Goslowsky Monk of the TCS Holder of the Fire