Oh FireGirl...dem chillin's had, dem peoples had, dat chickiedoo had, should notta had...SHOES ON! I can see that Rael is needed in the world, oh yes. Da Rules are not to be trod upon. And of course, I woulda beat them all - even the nubile in black, albeit with a small tear in my eye - hands down...feet down...possibly drooling a bit, yes... Hehehe... But many thanks for the pics, FireGirl, Curt & Susie (did *you two* have shoes on, HMMM??); nice to see who some of these creative sauce/salsa/chile-thang makers are. Twas da next best thing to being there, I suppose, alas, with no chiles, no burn, no ring o' fire, hunan nuthin', and no nubiles...sniff... Nonetheless, Rael, with El Grande's blessings, thanks you all for it. El Grande is sure to smile upon you... Peace, Hendrix, and Chiles....... Rael"...and on the Eighth Day, around 10pm, El Grande said: Oops! Almost fergot! <ahem> 'Let There Be Twister'...and there was great rejoicing, much spinning, much laughter, a faux pas or two, one finger in the eye, some salsa flingin'...but no shoes..."64 rael64@earthlink.net Redneck Sous Chef Monk of the TCS Order of Immaculate Twister Keeper of the Faith and a Towel...