So I put wife's bagel in toaster backwards, said this can't go to waste, oh, cannabutter, can't let that go to waste, add some cream cheese.
So, last time I'm like, ah, this cannabutter, musta been in freezer too long. 100 mins later, I've morphed into SpongeBob.
I live under the sea.
Ha! That's great! Enjoy the ride SpongeBob.
My cannabutter story was my very first time making it. I was going out to a festival and decided I was going to take medicated cookies as gifts, I had about a pound of saved up trim that I wasn't really doing anything with so I went to work. All the old-school way, 12-hour slow simmer on the stove top, screw pressed all the butter out etc. Day 1, all was well.
Then I went to make the cookies, this is where things went off the rails. First I smoked a bowl before I started and went in pretty high to begin with. Then I mixed 6 - 50 cookie batches of cookies, so 300 cookies. The first I batch I put in twice as much butter as needed because I changed my mind on doubling everything up after portioning out the butter, so they were really flat out of the oven; I corrected that mistake but the one I completely failed to correct was to wear gloves while rolling the cookies. I hand rolled 300 cookies, bare handed, and cooked them to the end. It was this day I learned just how transdermal cannabis oil can be.
So my wife comes down stairs in the morning and finds me slumped over in a chair sitting next to 299 cookies, my head bobbing like it was on a spring. She looked at me and asked how many cookies I ate, and I picked up my finger indicating 1. She said, "Fuck how strong are they?" I shrugged and mumbled as she puts it, "something something fkn oil something skin." Who knows what I actually said, but I'd done all the kitchen responsibilities, cleaning, putting things away etc. Sitting down and eating the one cookie broke me on top of everything else. I was just a drooling blob mumbling about weed incoherently.