WOW!! I think I just approached the event horizon and narrowly avoided singularity! Tonight for dinner, I needed to make something fast and pretty easy, so I cut a 10" piece of French bread in half along the flat axis and made a little pizza. Since I really didn't have anything in the fridge to put on it, I strolled out to the deck and picked a bunch of Thai basil, 3 rocotos (unripe) and 1 datil (also unripe). I slapped some random canned pasta sauce (Newman's own generica) down as a base, grated a little of what passes for mozarella and THEN laid down a layer of basil, topped with 5 mm thick rocoto slices with a few slices of the datil sprinkled here and there. On this went a generous quantity of sliced garlic, topped with a little more cheese and reggiano. Into the oven for a quick cook.... OH MY GOD. Let me say that this is the first year I've grown either datils or rocotos. I've eaten a couple of rocotos already, and, while quite happy with their flavor, I've not been impressed with their heat. Tonight they earned my respect. What a long, delicious burn! As for the datil, when I cut that puppy open, the piquant frangrance slapped me like a beautiful woman in satin. YOW! If this is what they're like when unripe, then I'll probably get arrested once the 50 or so on my plant come ripe--this much pleasure *must* be illegal. Put all that together with fresh basil and garlic and an Oregon microbrew (Full Sail VSP Ale) and I'm amazed I came back to earth. Sometimes life is truly good. ed (in Eugene, OR)