Recently my girlfriend and I took the opportunity to escape from the every day routine. We spent the night in a nice hotel, ordered take out and all that good jazz. In the process of enjoying our time together we enjoyed some lovely strawberry gummies. While we were waiting for our food, my girlfriend decided to tell me that I was the one that had to go in to get the order.
So here I am walking into a local Chipotle, walking up to the counter and the attendant asks for the name on the order. Little did I know she set me up for sure. The name on the order was Elmer Dumps. I caught on to her plot after saying it to the attendant and the entire store bust out in laughter. Needless to say this was one of the best nights we have had in a long time.
Finally my home grow is completed and harvested and here's what happened with my very first cannabis excursion. I chose to grow three Sour Diesel plants and as far as I could tell had a fairly good harvest. I intended to create edibles and possibly a little concentrate from this, since I don't smoke. That said I kinda figured I'd like to try a little of the fruits of some of my hard work and thought I'd try a little 'dry herb vaping'. To be honest I was totally underwhelmed, no real effect to get excited about and frankly it got me thinking that somehow I'd messed the grow up, or that I'd made a poor choice of strain. It was quite disappointing really, 5 months of growing and waiting, all to what seemed, no avail.
I still had loads of the stuff. I decarboxylated the rest and made a coconut oil infusion with it. Next day I grabbed a packet brownie mix and got cooking. I substituted the added oil ingredient for my 'canna oil'. I made little individual brownies and popped them into the oven. Then, like any other naughty youngster, I licked the bowl clean!
Fresh out of the oven I left them to cool. I returned to them after 45 minutes or so and tried one. Though I say so myself it was very good! They weren't particularly large, so I snuck another. I then popped off to do some work in my greenhouse....... After half an hour or so something was stirring and it weren't no cup of tea ! The 'stirring' progressed and I now realized that my 'useless crop' was far from that at all!
At that point I was lucid enough to realize I'd been a very silly Billy. I gathered my thoughts as best I could. I might just be able to work this off. I'll be okay. I knew the effects would be delayed (a couple of hours or so) and calculating the dose can be somewhat tricky. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm more a .... 'fly by the seat of my pants" kinda guy. Well I was certainly flying now!
Then the realization really kicked in. What a I was experiencing was just the licking of the bowl clean, I still had two full brownies to go. Fuck!
Eventually those brownies slammed in. I just had the presence of mind to say a quick "I feel weird, I'm off to bed" to my wife. She knew something was up. The rest Marge is a kinda blur !
I would describe it as a fully fledged psychedelic trip, only I've never had one of those. However if I had, I reckon it would be somewhere pretty damn close to this. I was in some sort of altered state for sure. I have to say I found it in no way pleasant. Basically it was exactly what I'd been warned about! Oh well you live and learn.
After some hours and I've no idea how many, the hallucinations, visions, etc. subsided. My thoughts became more controllable and I did find I was able to direct them in a very positive direction. Sort of like 'on demand dreaming'. Sexy dreams. Fascinating. However not so fascinating was the thought of explaining the whole affair to my wife, who had seen me through my delirium . Shit!
And there you have it. One moment in life you're a respected pillar of the community, the next and senior stoner!!! Only blame got myself to blame....... gummies next
A few years ago, before we got our medical cards, my family was going camping with our kids and friends (who didn’t smoke) in a National Forest. We knew we wouldn’t be able to smoke, so I thought I’d make up some brownies. (You already know where this is going.) I had looked up some recipes online but the quantity of weed was vague and didn’t seem to make a distinction as to the quality. On the fateful day, we’d woken up in the great outdoors, had breakfast, got the kids involved in some activity, and my wife and I each ate a half of a brownie and went about our day. We were soooooooo stoned and we were sooooo trying to not act like it. I remember we walked down a trail to the lake and the trail kept tipping sideways and we really weren’t 100% sure where our kids or dogs were. (turns out the dogs were on the end of the leashes we were holding in our hands.) It took most of the day to get back to a semi-reasonable state, but even then, building a fire and/or cooking on the gas stove was out of the question. And we were paranoid our friends would catch on. We finally admitted to the wife of the other couple what happened. She laughed and laughed because it turned out that SHE had a medical card and had purchased some infused cheez-its for the trip. She hadn’t said anything because she didn’t want us to know. I want to start making some treats again but want to know how to do it reasonable. I’d like to make something that’s like the size of a cookie, but where I can eat the whole thing without getting wasted.