Hi, Kari -- you like your food spicy in the wilds of Oregon? My poor hubby tonite balked at the bar-b-q sauce I had put on the broiled chicken... "Is this sauce hot?" "No, it's not marked hot." "But it tastes hot!" "But it's not marked hot, I told you." "It burns!" "Oh, come on, it does not -- "....... and so it went. I ate his. We definitely keep hummus in the house all the time, but that's for the 4:30 o'clock snack, along with the dauqueri. Dinner is ALWAYS a major affair, summer or winter. Jimmie eats like a lumberjack. That's undoubtedly how he can shovel our 130 ft driveway after each snowstorm -- using a plain old snow shovel, in spite of the incredible fact that he turned 79-y-o yesterday! I came back home on Monday and there was Old Jim working away clearing a path for the car -- and as he shovelled, big, blue mackinaw zipped tight about him, I noticed something rather bizarre . . . Right out there in front of God and everybody, his undershorts slid down off his body, taking his pants with them. He's certainly not getting fat . . . . Penny, NY ________________________________________________________________ GET INTERNET ACCESS FROM JUNO! Juno offers FREE or PREMIUM Internet access for less! Join Juno today! For your FREE software, visit: http://dl.www.juno.com/get/tagj.