A few weeks ago I ordered some of Jim's Hab powder. It quickly assumed the place of honor amongst the dry condiments on our table. When I arrived home yesterday a familiar, smallish, square box was waiting for me. I thought I might have ordered more Hab powder in a capsaicin-induced haze (the thought of running out has awakened me from a deep sleep by my own screaming), but, no, nestled inside the box was a slice of..you guessed it, The Bread! I eased open the ziplock and inhaled deeply. There aren't too many things in this world that smell piquant, but The Bread is one of them. I tore off a respectable chunk, popped it in my mouth and was transported. I can't really add to the tales of Bread Ecstasy that have graced these pages before, just affirm them. Jim, thank you so much! Doug ************************************************************* * For the sake of tolerance do we tolerate the intolerable? * *************************************************************