Betty the Begonia, the Potted Years

July 11th

The begonia, planted

I haven’t killed Betty. Thank God. Yep, this is the same begonia my grandma gave me in May. It’s a clipping from a plant her father gave her mother in 1928. Crazy, non? I finally got around to potting her this weekend. Could I have found a shabbier pot? I’m not too sure. Regardless, Betty’s just happy to be tucked on my kitchen shelf and not outside — where my other plants have long since fried in the unforgiving Arizona heat.

This terra cotta pot is painted, another craft I used to love to do. In fact, I once threw a “pot” party, where I invited a bunch of girlfriends over and provided the pots and paints. We had fun being artsy. What most who attended didn’t know was that my friend Rebecca and I had decided to make pot brownies for the pot party. If you know us, you’d know how shocking that is. We are two of the straightest arrows you’ll ever meet. Indeed, it was this shock factor that provoked us. We thought about how all of our friends would nearly die when they found out about the treats we’d provided for the afternoon.
The conversation in finding some marijuana for the baking went something like this:
Me: Um, Rebs, do you know where we can get pot?
R: No. We should ask Ruby! (Our roommate at the time who had, let’s say, “connections.”)
Me: Hey Ruby! Can you get Rebecca and me some pot? We are having a pot party and want to bake some brownies.
Ruby: What the hell is a pot party?
Me: Lengthy description, including an invitation.
Ruby: No. God no. No.
Rebs: Um, you don’t think we are going to get in trouble for just talking to Ruby about pot do you?
Me: Maybe. We shouldn’t talk about this again.

En sum, a story of how two uptight friends hosted a party with Nancy Regan’s voice in the back of their minds.


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13 Responses

  1. Funny story! Did you actually EAT the brownies?? πŸ˜‰

  2. HA! See, when I read that you wanted to make pot brownies, I thought you were going to bake the brownies in the pot, like they do with bread sometimes.

    Ha. I’m a straighter arrow than you, I fear.

  3. that’s a funny story! I, too, thought you were going to bake the brownies in the pots. Although it DID enter my mind about the other kind.

  4. You are such a hoot Kelli!

  5. I’ll give you my recipe next time. It’s a good one. And it also explains why I look like I do in that photo from our backpacking trip.

  6. The brownie story is great, but I’m in awe of the begonia from 1928. How cool is that?!

  7. Well, I think you’ve just given me a great idea for a party!

    (If you haven’t noticed, I’m not in the least straight arrow!)

    Think how the creative the pots would turn out!

  8. I just went to a concert at this place in Iowa called Seed Savers, who are dedicated to saving plants like your g-ma’s begonia. I hope you can keep it healthy!

  9. dude, I was so there for that….I still can’t believe RUBY of all friends said “no”. Whatever. It’s better that way at this point.
    And I think the passing of the plant is amazing!

  10. That’s hysterical.

  11. Hope your Mum’s not reading this!!!!!

  12. I am actually bummed that in the long run it did not work out. I always wanted to have a little dark side secret, and frankly my trip down illegal substances was smacked with a large dead end. Drats. I now think it would be even funnier for us to try again in about 30 years, our kids out of the house and us at my beach house taking a long forgotten dream and making it a reality. I’ll provide the box mix. πŸ˜‰

  13. Ein Schloss, Ein poker Wurst, Ein Kopf !awv