For the geriatric set, like me (I'm 32). For the last few years, I've seen my tolerance for spicy food plummet. Let's just say that I learned my 2nd bookend's got taste buds, too. And a good part of the palate down there seems to be hypersensitive to hot. I thought my intolerance was temporary. Keep low, eat a lot of fiber, flood the innards with a constant flow of H2O and citric acid. My talisman, the chile pepper would eventually return, I thought. But, no. I am crippled. And it's depressing as hell. Hot, spicy food, full of flavor, is partly what defined me. Korean, Mexican, Szechuan, Sri Lankan, and Thai...I danced with all of these flavors on a nightly basis and left them in bed in the morning with nary a goodbye kiss. Now, I'm relegated to chewing on cud and Immodium. This is a pale, stale life. Will I ever be reunited with my fiery Excalibur? Are there others who've experienced this same loss? And if so, have you been able to rejuvenate your passion for the pepper without feverish prayer to the porcelain god? ------------------ Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.