So, I'm at the monthly meeting of the Vintage Iron Riders (my old farts on old bikes bunch) when my friend George Patino drops a baggie with four orange/red chilies in it on my table. About two inches or a bit more long - fairly broad shouldered, nobbly erose skin, shaped like an elongated triangle. "Ugly-arsed habaneros/savinas" thinks I at first glance. "Bhut jolokia" says George. "First I've picked." That was Wednesday night. Thursday at noon I met with my chilli-cook buddies for our weekly chilli lunch and brought half of my bounty for my friend Les. We showed the peppers around the table then cut the bottom 1/4" off of the smaller one ... thinking that across two 16 oz bowls of chilli we could get a goodly dose of heat and flavour without getting ignorant. Friends, let me tell you .... here is is Thursday evening and my mouth is still tingling a bit. George told me Wednesday evening that his eight plants have loads of blossoms and also have set lots of fruit. Promised me another dozen of these guys - which, if yesterday is any indication may just be a lifetime supply for me. Bv)= I may have to talk to Sandy about joining the Moderate Corps as the Motorcycle Messenger and Dispatch Rider. I think I have met my match. -- ENJOY!!! From Uncle Dirty Dave's Kitchen Home of YAHOOOOAHHHH Hot Sauce & Hardin Cider ... I've been on a diet for two weeks and all I've lost is two weeks. -- Totie Fields