In my most recent foray off the deep end (last night) I got more than I bargained for, endorphin-wise. The usual pleasant feeling of euphoria quickly became a down-right wicked head rush with a definite sense of disorientation. I cooked up a box of TGI Fridays Buffalo wings and decided to augment the heat level on them. They come in separate smallish drumette and lower wing segments. I upped the ante in several ways: (All sauces applied in last 5 minutes of cooking) 6 pieces straight outta the box (light heat) 6 pieces my bar-b-q sauce (light heat) 6 pieces AZ Gunslinger Hot Honey Mustard (good moderate heat) 6 pieces Jim's Smokin' Chipotle Sauce 2 pieces Da Bomb 2 pieces Backdraft I'm sure it was the last 4 pieces that did it. I ignored the bottles' directions about using them as ingredients and instead smeared a nice dark layer over the tops of the wings. I must admit, the endorphins did their job. Light-headed and wobbly, but no need to quench the fire, mostly because I wasn't aware that there was a fire. Scott... definitely aware of the Ring O Fire today... KCK