RECIPE FOR DISASTER
by Claudia Ruelke

One evening in Baker Street Sherlock Holmes sat in his favorite chair by the fire and his face had a look, you'll believe me I bet, as ill-tempered as bleak Grimpen Mire. "What's the matter Holmes?", good Dr. Watson inquired. Sherlock grunted at this blunt intrusion. "I need brainwork, you know, or I will just feel tired and crave my seven percent solution." The good doctor got up from his comfortable chair shook his head at this serious matter. And he said "Wait a moment and let me take care, I know something infinitely better." Tomato and lemon juice Watson then mixed with hot pepper sauce and powdered curry. This quite frightful concoction with brandy he fixed. And he rushed back to Holmes in a hurry. "Here, try this my friend, chase your dark mood away!" And they both downed one drink and a second... and much later woke up as a new sunny day through the closed shutters cheerfully beckoned. "Oh Watson, whatever did you put in there?" Holmes asked and his head felt like plaster. "I think you did dance on the table! I swear t'is a recipe made for disaster!"