Reminds me of a hot sauce. As I get older, my tolerance for spicy peppers is becoming unbelievable. I've always liked them and the sauces, but lately my tolerance seems to know no bounds. But about 5 years ago we picked up a bottle of "Endorphin Rush" from one of my favorite "blenders," the makers of "Dave's Insanity Sauce."

When we got home, I spread a tiny bit on a piece of French bread and cut it into three pieces, one for Jason (a foster son who loved hot stuff), Karen, and me. I handed them each a piece and we popped them into our mouths. There was a 2 second delay as the Habenero's went to work, and then, almost in unison, there was a uproarious coughing/choking/gagging. I think actual flame shot out of my mouth about 4 foot. We were in the garage at the time and we damn near killed each other getting through the door, up the hall, and into the kitchen, where we ate almost 2 sleeves of soda crackers and downed 3 quarts of milk. Karen's face was bright red and the tears were streaming down her cheeks. This stuff is HOT!!!!

Having an assortment of these type of sauces around the house was always an amusement to my teenage kids who thought it great fun to slip some of it onto a friend's sandwich or something. One night we had a bunch of the friends staying here so they could leave early for a basketball camp. One of the regulars, Jimmy, who knew the sauce thing well, attempted to slip some on one of the other's sandwiches which they were taking along. All well and good....except Jimmy got some on his hands, and just as he laid down to go to sleep, he scratched his nuts, as teenage boys boys are wont to do. I woke up at 3 oclock in the morning to find the shower running and waited to see what the hell was going on. Jimmy emerged about a half hour later and the tale was told. And I've told it a lot ever since!

Any of you in Oz or England want to trade some yeast glop for some fine habanero sauce?

Spaw