Alright, seriously. When you barbecue perfection... and you reek (although I'm not sure reek is revered enough of a word for this) of charcoal, mesquite, and burgers.... How does one keep themselves from self-cannibalism? I mean, seriously.... I can't be the only person who changes afterward... and then you're doing laundry, and suddenly get an impulse to devour your shirt you happened to have been wearing at that particular moment. There's just something about a good grilling that makes everything else go on standby for a moment. Obviously, cooking, particularly grilling, is one of my escapes and hobbies. Anyone else share a common relation to their own hobbies? Something that leaves a lasting feeling of bliss (in my book, bliss being defined as the scent of charcoal, wood infusion, and charred or broiled to perfection meat and vegetables.)? Ciao, -L