Sounds like a Huckleberry Finn to me.... (sorry, couldn't resist...) ;-> -----Original Message----- From: The Adair's [SMTP:adair@digisys.net] Sent: Thursday, August 19, 1999 11:35 PM To: chile-heads@globalgarden.com Subject: [CH] My Reward <color><param>0100,0100,0100</param><bigger>Fellow Heads, Today my wife pried me out of bed, forced breakfast down my gullet and informed me we were going huckleberry picking (I hate huckleberry picking!). We met her brother his wife and our two nieces approximately 30 miles from nowhere at about 6,000 feet from sea level. I endured MANY hours of hot sun, bugs and steep hills. We came home with 5 gallons of huckleberries and a great thirst. It's traditional after a day of huckleberry picking to indulge in one of this areas great drinks, huckleberry daiquiries (jeez, I hope I spelled that right, I can't find my dictionary and the spell checker doesn't recognize the word and, well, I've had a few of them now). Anyway, I'm sipping on my second, and the light went off over my skull, just like in the cartoons! I'm thinking to myself, this would taste great with a little hab in it. So the next batch I whipped up I added 1 stemmed Hab that was diced up seeds and all. PERFECTION! I made up several more batches of this recipe adding an additional hab to each batch and everyone drank it although my wife says we're probably all gonna die (an overdose of fresh fruit and an overdose of habs at the same time, I'm sure you all know the implications of this!). My sister in law burped delicately (twice) and informed me I was one Twisted Monkey. Me, I'm supremely satisfied individual. After all, I feel I've just created the perfect drink! What do you think I ought to call it? Tim in Kalispell <nofill>