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Plenty of high-end bakeries and dispensaries can meet the demand, not to mention delivery services for those isolating at home.
Luckily, [you] can learn to DIY via cookbooks such as “Bong Appetit” or the TV show of the same name, online tutorials from the likes of JeffThe420Chef or the Instagram stories of Monica Lo, a.k.a. Sous Weed. Of course, the functional ingredient matters — but consumers want edibles to be appetizing, too.
If you want [delicious pot brownies]... you need to know one word: cannabutter.
In brief, cannabutter is butter that’s infused with cannabis that’s been
toasted to activate the THC (a process called decarboxylation, or
“decarbing” for short). Some cooks simmer butter and water mixed with
cannabis on the stove top, while others prefer to sous vide; Isaiou
favors a rice cooker for this step. The infused butter is cooled and
strained; Isaiou goes an extra step and clarifies hers to a gheelike
consistency. A second option is to mix cannabis extract into butter or
another fat. (Note: In some states cannabutter is available for
purchase, but for those who have time on their hands, it’s not a
difficult project.) ... among home bakers of edibles, Ghirardelli’s Double Chocolate Brownie Mix is a favored starting point.
Washington Post does not condone illicit drug use, so this recipe should
be made only by those who live where it is legal do so. This recipe
uses 1/4 cup cannabutter, which should have 263 milligrams THC. This
means each 2-inch brownie square has about 11 milligrams THC.
Notes: The brownies taste even better the next day and keep well if
tightly wrapped. They can be refrigerated for up to 1 week or frozen,
tightly wrapped, for up to 3 months. The cannabutter can be refrigerated
for up to 1 month or frozen for up to 1 year.
Hey old fella, you should come live at my house! Non judgement is a generational bridge, as my 86 y.o dad and mom always hated the devil's lettuce. Now they have softened, I have quit, but my 19 year old son smokes pot. Dad finally sighed, and said, "I guess it's just your generations' Jack Daniels". Mom and Dad have an open invitation to come live here when they think they may like to.ReplyDelete
Dad waxes nostalgic about intergenerational households. He grew up in Oslo MN, my mother, Hallock, MN. By Grand Forks. Peace, you Hippy!