Twas Writ: [snippage] >> I cannot catch my breath again. I need to rub my flesh with a variety of >> chiles. Burn, Burn me. MMMMMMMMMMM > > >Am I alone in becoming mildly aroused every time I read this message? With plenty of salsa, a bag o' chips, and appropriate chilehead music (oh, there's an old thread...), "mild" may just become "inferno". Practice, practice, practice, grasshopper <g>... Peace, Hendrix, and Chiles....... Rael64 rael@ebicom.net Redneck Sous Chef Monk of the TCS Order of Immaculate Twister Keeper of the Faith and a Towel...