Green Brownies
The first time I ate pot brownies (or any baking or cooking with pot in it for that matter), I was told by my pot eating lunch-bucket friend that the average amount that a person -an INSANE person I was soon to find out- usually eats of an 8 X 8 pan with a 1/2 oz. in it is approximately half a pan. He weighs 200 lbs and I weigh 125. Apparently weight is a factor in the stone level, she said dryly. So I started to eat these things and because of how long it takes to actually hit you, I thought well I guess I could have another (and another and..) because I seem to be handling it pretty well. Then *BAM* it hit me all at once.
I was sitting back on the couch when my mouth started to water and I had the strong primal need to sit up abruptly in case I had to bolt for the can to projectile vomit. My body sat up but my eyes -MY EYES!- stayed at the back of the couch and didn't get back into my HEAD till a few nano-seconds after my body had sat up. It was time to Go Home. I got a ride home and thought that a nice hot bath would make me feel better, as there was NO way I was going to sleep. I drew the bath and settled into the water and was relaxing in the bubbles, tunelessly singing some soooothing songs (I'm picking out a thermos for youuu.. not just any thermos will DOOO!), when my mouth started to salivate. My vision was all wonky and my eyes weren't working in tandem with my body again. I LUNGED out of the bath tub and *brakkked* great gouts of green brownies into the porcelain throne and went, shivering and wet, to my thilthy little trundle bed and huddled under the covers in the dark until blessed sleep relieved me from my misery.
It is interesting to note here that I subsequently used the same skewed thinking when eating peyote buttons and magic mushrooms but those are stories for another day.
I was sitting back on the couch when my mouth started to water and I had the strong primal need to sit up abruptly in case I had to bolt for the can to projectile vomit. My body sat up but my eyes -MY EYES!- stayed at the back of the couch and didn't get back into my HEAD till a few nano-seconds after my body had sat up. It was time to Go Home. I got a ride home and thought that a nice hot bath would make me feel better, as there was NO way I was going to sleep. I drew the bath and settled into the water and was relaxing in the bubbles, tunelessly singing some soooothing songs (I'm picking out a thermos for youuu.. not just any thermos will DOOO!), when my mouth started to salivate. My vision was all wonky and my eyes weren't working in tandem with my body again. I LUNGED out of the bath tub and *brakkked* great gouts of green brownies into the porcelain throne and went, shivering and wet, to my thilthy little trundle bed and huddled under the covers in the dark until blessed sleep relieved me from my misery.
It is interesting to note here that I subsequently used the same skewed thinking when eating peyote buttons and magic mushrooms but those are stories for another day.