#JusJoJan — The Secret Ingredient

8ce71ec8-1f40-47a7-a973-1f657ccb84ae.jpeg“Okay,” Danny said. “Tomorrow’s the day, so we need to check to make sure we have everything we need.” Danny glanced at his list. “Jack, did you bring you SodaStream carbonater?”

“Check,” Jack said. “It should work fine to aerate the concoction.”

“Sammy, did you go to the zoo and get the secret ingredient??” Danny asked.

“Check,” Sammy said, laughing. “It was a dirty job but someone had to do it.”

“Okay, good. I’ve got the chocolate, so we’ll meet at my house right after school, mix up a batch, and then bake it for 30 minutes,” Danny said.

“This is going to be scary when give each of the girls a brownie,” Jack said, a wicked grin on his face.

The next day, the boys invited their sisters to taste the brownies they had just baked. They served each girl a large brownie. Jack’s sister said, “Wow, these are surprisingly good.”

“Thanks,” Danny said. “It’s our secret ingredient.”

“These are delicious,” Sammy’s sister said. “What exactly is your secret ingredient?”

“Yes,” Danny’s sister said, “please gratify our curiosity.”

“Take my word for it, girls,” Danny said, while Jack ans Sammy were snickering, “you really don’t want to know.”


Written for Linda G. Hill’s JusJoJan prompt, where the word is “mix.” Also for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (tomorrow), Ragtag Daily Prompt (aerate), Word of the Day Challenge (zoo), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (scary), Daily Addictions (give), and Your Daily Word Prompt (gratify).

#FOWC — A Novel Idea

8a7c6620-57b4-46fa-b8f0-864c76e23b17.png“You embarrassed me this evening,” my wife said. “It was her first day of high school. There was no need for you to have caused such a commotion. My God, what were you thinking?”

“Well, I thought it was a novel idea,” I said in my defense.

“Seriously? You thought serving Alice B. Toklas brownies to a bunch of high school freshman was a good idea?” she yelled. “I should smack you upside your head with that spatula you’re holding in your hand.”

“I thought it would mellow them out, relax them, given the pressure from their first day of high school,” I explained. “I honestly didn’t think it would debilitate them.”

“They’re fifteen year old children, you idiot,” she said. “If their parents find out, and I’m sure they will, you’re going to be swimming in an ocean of shit.”

“Oh stop being such a drama queen,” I said. “Everthing will be fine.” That’s when the doorbell rang. “Ah, saved by the bell,” I said.

I went to the door and opened it up. There were two uniformed police officers standing there. “Mister Marx,” one of them said. “We’ll need you to come with us to the police station.”

“Honey, call our lawyer,” I called out to my wife.


Written for a whole lot of today’s prompts:

Alice B. Toklas Brownies

1895A370-6C1A-43E2-8AAD-77FED7A2396BBack in the day, I used to be something of a pothead. In my twenties and early thirties I spent many a weekend in a cannabis haze, mesmerized by nature programs on TV or by zoning out on rock albums.

But after a while (like when my wife and I had our first kid), I decided that being in a haze while raising children was not such a good idea. My wife and I went cold turkey and stopped smoking weed pretty much altogether.

By the way, our experience negates the argument that marijuana is addictive. It was harder to quit smoking cigarettes than it was to quit smoking pot. It also demonstrates that marijuana is not a gateway drug, since neither of us has ever done any “hard” drugs like heroin, cocaine, or meth.

Okay, yes, I did drop acid a few times, but that was a whole nuther trip, so to speak.

My wife and I are getting up there in years, and like many aging Baby Boomers, we have our share of aches and pains. And sometimes getting a really solid sleep at night eludes us.

We have a friend who has some medical issues and his doctor prescribed medical marijuana, which is legal in California. When I was telling him about my trouble falling and staying asleep, he brought over some Alice B. Toklas brownies (brownies baked with marijuana in them). “Eat a brownie about an hour before bedtime,” he said. “I promise you’ll sleep like a baby.”

So I did eat a brownie and I did get a great night’s sleep. It was bliss. I fell asleep almost instantly and didn’t wake up until after seven!

I don’t have a prescription from my doctor for medical marijuana, but the good news is that in November 2016, the good citizens of California voted to legalize the recreational use of marijuana. Starting January 5th, I will be able to legally purchase cannabis from my local dispensary.

And I’m looking forward to getting my bliss on. Maybe it will make hearing about how Donald Trump is destroying my country a little more tolerable.


Written for today’s one-word prompt,”bliss.”