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and make some “magic” cookies. It was curiosity, more than the need to find alternative delivery method for ingesting cannabis. I tend to smoke it, call me traditional. I have two vapes, which are collecting some serious dust, and have dabbled in taking oil and pill form. But edibles, well all I’ve heard about is the terrible taste, and how things have changed. Now, edibles are so good at masking taste that its like eating your favourite dessert. Soooooooo I went online and found a good recipe for making cannabutter (Recipe is from Caliva, a California-based dispensary, grow facility and delivery service that was recently in the news as Hall of Fame quarterback Joe Montana just invested in this company). And this is where the story gets pretty good … It was a cold snowy night and decided today would be the day, nowhere to go, nothing to do. I’d made the cannabutter several days in advance, and that was pretty much a piece of cake, err butter. Ahhhhhh well no. Have a look at the recipe. Took me probably an hour to read, figuring out ratios of butter to cannabis (often called “cannabutter math”), and big words like decarboxylation abound. Grinding 15 grams took forever, decarbing the cannabis took seemingly a lifetime (it was about an hour and a half), staring into my oven every 5 minutes (I’m OCD). Cooking the butter took forever (3-4 hours, stirring occasionally (eyes rolling)), and oh what a mess. Colanders, cheesecloths, pans, bowls, mixers, wraps, cutting boards, wax paper, you name it, I used it. But in the end, I had what looked to be some well mixed, well prepared, cannabutter. And a disaster in my kitchen.
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