Pot Brownies! :)


Recipe by Elise McDonough

Makes 16 brownies

1 cup all-purpose flour
¼ cup unsweetened cocoa powder
½ teaspoon baking powder
¼ teaspoon salt
3 tablespoons THC Oil (recipe below)
5 ounces semisweet chocolate, chopped
1½ tablespoons light corn syrup
1 cup firmly packed light brown sugar
1 tablespoon applesauce
3 egg whites
2 teaspoons vanilla

Preheat the oven to 350°F.

In a small bowl, mix together the flour, cocoa powder, baking powder, and salt, and set aside.

Set up a double boiler by filling a medium sauce pot with about an inch of water, then fitting a medium metal bowl on top of the pot (the water should not be touching the underside of the bowl). Put the double boiler over high heat and bring water to a boil, then lower to a simmer. Add chopped chocolate and THC oil to the medium mixing bowl and whisk until the chocolate is melted and the mixture is melted and smooth. Remove from heat, and whisk in the corn syrup, brown sugar, and applesauce. Add the egg whites and vanilla, and beat the mixture vigorously until smooth, then stir in the flour mixture until well incorporated.

Grease a 9-by-13-inch baking pan. Pour the batter into the pan, and bake for 18 to 23 minutes, or until the center of the top is almost firm to the touch.

Let cool, and slice into 16 brownies.

THC Oil Recipe

Makes 6 cups

6 cups olive oil or canola oil
1 ounce cannabis buds, finely ground, or 2 ounces trimmed leaf, dried and ground

Special Equipment
fine mesh strainer OR colander

In a double boiler, slowly heat oil on low heat for a few minutes until you begin to smell the oil’s aroma. Add the ground cannabis slowly, stirring until it is fully coated before adding more cannabis. Simmer on low heat for 45 minutes, stirring occasionally.

Remove the mixture from heat and allow it to cool before straining. Line a fine mesh strainer or colander with cheese cloth, and place the strainer over a large bowl. Pour the oil through the cheesecloth-lined strainer. Press the plant matter with the back of a spoon to push all the oil out of it. Compost the leafy remains.

OIl will keep, in an airtight container in the refrigerator, for up to 2 months.

The Apricot Tree.

ApricotTree I read an account of a man who “died” and came back and he said that growing up he had this apricot tree in his yard and he really loved it and when he’d “died” and gone to Heaven he saw a replica of that exact same tree from his childhood, that held so many happy memories for him. He said that in Heaven that you are not only made to feel loved,welcomed, and greeted by deceased loved-ones but you are also surrounded by the things that make you happy, like those on Earth, only much richer in colour and more vivid and “alive”. So, if that’s true, in MY case what I’D hope in Heaven(assuming I get there…) is to live in a replica of my old Toronto house(incl. with it’s French doors, wood paneling,textured wallpaper, clawfoot tub, hardwood floors,etc.) which of all my houses I’ve lived in feels the most to me as “Home”, with a Chihuahua, only on a tropical beach, surrounded by sun, sand, the ocean, and palm trees. To me this is my dream , happiness , and my idea of paradise and bliss ,and a reminder of the happiest time in my life. I don’t think that’s too “much” to ask, do you?

As well, the 14 YR old called the oldest a “f*ckboy” and I just about died laughing, we got something like 40 cm of snow the other day, most of the kids are away at an outdoor Cadets camp this weekend, I came across the Facebook profile of one of the mean, slutty( I can still remember hearing she’d had a baby back in grade 8 or 9) and popular bullies from Jr. high and NOW she’s fat, ugly, and looks like trailer trash so KARMA has caught up to her and it was a *VERY* satisfying feeling let me tell you!

My mother was also complaining about something again like she always does and she always says to ME, “STOP complaining!” yet when *I* said to HER, “You always have to complain about something, don’t you?” she huffs,”I have ALOT to complain ABOUT!” and that’s sooooo typical of her; it’s ok for *her* but NOT for ME, and we were busy when the 8 YR old was demanding and interrupting(as always) too, expecting everyone to instantly  just stop what they’re doing whenever he wants something and when I said “He has to learn to wait” my hubby snarled to me, “YOU have to learn to *parent!*” and I told HIM, “YOU have to learn  to be a good husband!” and then of course they blamed me and said *I* started it.

I hate the bastard.