For those of you more experienced than I in these matters… how much pot would you expect one person would need to consume in order to have a very intense experience such as I described? The last time I had smoked was nearly two years ago, and I am pretty sensitive to THC. Put your answer in terms of approximate number of buds; I could estimate how many could have been in the spice container.
Also, I have since read of similar reactions to consuming it orally…any of you have similar experiences?
Bwah? You “know” I’m far from an expert? What the heck does that mean? How do you know? Have I started an “Ask the …” thread and gotten called on misinformation? Or did I start a thread in which multiple people have come in to express dubiousness at my story? Do I need to establish some sort of street cred with you to comment on easily found basics of cooking with pot? Fine, anyone here can consider me as Goody-two-shoes as they want: I made up all experience! — yet the accuracy of my descriptions will withstand any amount of Web searching.
And where is “quite rude” coming from? That I, among others, expressed reservations? That I suggested that an “excellent” cook, used to working with teaspoons of rosemary wouldn’t add several times that quantity? That even a moderately experienced cook wouldn’t add a whole jar of rosemary? That even a cook with a passing familiarity with rosemary would have noticed something quite different in the smell or lack thereof? I did offer an alternate explanation, that she blithely added a whole jar of rosemary because she rides the short bus. But that was clearly facetious, else why would you let her near a hot stove?
I rather hope that no one violates Board rules. This is easily found on a variety of Web sites (after all, as a complete neophyte I was able to find the information quick enough), and you can match your estimate of how many buds were in the spice container that much faster.
While you’re at it, make sure to note the difference in time it takes from consumption to onset, and how the quality and freshness of your product affects the potency (though you hadn’t smoked for nearly two years, it would be best to have the buds be fresh from your neighbour as of last week or so). You’ll also want to account for the inedible nature of the leaf/stem left on the potatoes, and the quite pungent scent of cooking pot, followed up by its pungent taste in the final dish (pungent as in veritably universally unappetizing by all but the high school neo-stoners who think all things pot = cool or maybe someone so used to cooking with pot that it’s appealing by association).
Is it possible? Sure. But there are a lot of things that just aren’t quite right.
There’s an Italian proverb, se non è vero, è ben trovato.* Dunno if it’s true or not, it’s still funny.
*If it’s not true, it’s a good story.
Glad you enjoyed it. To be fair, if I heard a similar story coming from an anonymous source, I would no doubt be skeptical as well.
Waaaay back in the '90s, I used to have ridiculous amounts of oil on hand, and one of the uses I put it to was making hash oil capsules. These were 00-sized gelatin capsules filled with a mixture of red oil, pulverized bud, and finger hash, and one of them would give you a pretty good buzz that lasted for hours. I usually took two at a time, which was an all-day bake.
I had read with interest accounts of cannabinoids’ hallucinogenic properties at very high doses, and one Friday night I was determined to get there. I took ten and sat down with a stack of anime and a crude LCD projector. Not LSD-like at all, in spite of claims to the contrary. I did see closed eye geometric patterns that were a little op-art psychedelic, but these were fairly subtle. The dominant effect was that I was more-or-less completely incapacitated. On my back, and unable to concentrate on a movie or anything. I would not recommend extremely high oral doses of THC to anyone looking for a psychedelic experience.
Now, a chocolate genoise made with a pound of sacred ghee, on the other hand… That’ll lay a few people out without making the night a complete write-off. I still wouldn’t recommend it, but only because of board policy.
Further rounds of investigation have revealed some additional information. I had thought the bottle was at least 3/4 full, but she claims it was much more like half full. Still enough to do the trick according to a trusted source, considering that all of the potatoes were eaten (in contrast to making brownies). She also says that she cooked with rosemary only a few times before. I had assumed she was more familiar with it, but it is not widely used in Indian dishes. Also, I have noticed that Indians definitely tend not to hold back with the spices when they cook.
Yeah, it was much like that. No hallucinations as in concocting things out of nowhere, just distortions and elaborations on what was happening. For example, when I saw my girlfriend gagging at the sink, I thought I saw stuff come out of her mouth into the sink. Apparently, that didn’t happen. And when my Mom threw up, I saw it as going much further than it did and splashing on my arm. That also didn’t happen. And like you said, ability to respond to things around me dwindled pretty far. I remember at one point my girlfriend asking me where the mop was with a very annoyed expression on her face. Apparently she had been standing there asking me that question at least 6 or 7 times at louder and louder volume levels and receiving only a blank stare in response!
Eh, it could happen. Once in the far-off days of my misspent youth we made a big space cake for my partner’s birthday. We put in a LOT of weed. The cake tasted pretty good actually. We just had one slice each. However our friend, who was not a regular suckler at the smoky teat, freaked out totally, saw the walls melt, and lost all perception of time. We spent about an hour telling him to try to remain calm, trying to get him to drink orange juice but he wouldn’t because it was boiling (clearly it wasn’t, but he saw it that way). He kept asking what time it was and then freaking out because he couldn’t understand what we were saying to him. Quite soon after he ate it we tried to help him puke because he was not having a happy time, but he couldn’t get over his claustrophobia (from which he didn’t suffer at any other time) enough to get into the bathroom, and in his extremity he wouldn’t throw up anywhere else because of what would happen to him. We never established what he thought would happen. He then lay on the floor holding both his arms straight up in the air for another hour, because his arms kept sinking through the floor. Another time we smoked way too much and I lay back on the bed with blue lips for such a long time they started seriously worrying that I was dead - until 15 to 1 (a quiz show) came on, and I started intoning the answers in a voice from the crypt.
Different people at different times are affected differently. And Rhythmdvl, I’d think it was “quite rude” if you suggested that my partner was retarded. Again, different people and all…
The story has the stink of truth to it, IMO. And Rhythmdvl, your posts here are pretty dang rude, IMO. And the story is pretty dang funny.
But on a positive note, everyone agreed it was the best dessert they had ever had and they just couldn’t get enough of it.
The part that I find difficult to believe is that anyone could have all that pot around and leave it “forgotten in the cupboard.”
Pretty exactly sums up my response.
If I related such a story - not to mention posted it on a message board, skepticism would be among the milder responses I would expect.
(1) It really wasn’t all that much pot – just enough to partially fill a couple spice containers.
(2) When I say “forgotten”, I don’t mean that if somebody asked me where my pot was I would say, 'Gosh, pot…where DID I leave it…?" I mean “forgotten” in the sense that I wasn’t thinking of its existence or location while the cooking or eating were taking place.
(3) It also probably helps that I grew up in a household where pot was not considered “bad.” Both my parents used to smoke regularly; my father continues to do so. I undoubtedly have smoked less than either of them. I think this leads to me treating (and storing) pot much more casually than the average person.
It has been many years since I last sampled the Dread Killer Weed of Death[sup]TM[/sup], but unless it was the best boo ever grown, half a spice bottle full isn’t enough for three people to experience the kind of trip you describe.
In my experience, people need to experience the high a couple of times before they can really take off.
YMMV, of course. I will state that at one point someone I know (ahem) bought a quarter ounce of something called One-Hit Wonder, and by golly did it live up to its name. Fairly close to LSD, in fact - not to be used before attempting anything more complex than peek-a-boo. But that was smoked, not eaten.
Regards,
Shodan
When I have related the story in person, it is to friends who know me well and also know all the people involved. I have a history of being a pretty reliable person, not given to wild tales and flights of imagination, so skepticism has not been an issue there, nor would I expect it to be among that audience. Plus, it would be easy enough to put my girlfriend on the phone with them or walk over to my Mom’s house and have her back me up.
As far as posting it on an anonymous message board, I certainly expected some skepticism. Nobody knows me personally, and it is a bizarre story that is almost too perfect in some ways. For god’s sake, at christmas dinner??
I have no problem with the posters who have expressed skepticism or questioned specific aspects of the story, such as the rosemary/pot mixup. Usually when I read anonymous stories like this I also tend to fall into the “funny story, could have happened; I bet it didn’t” crowd.
My intention in posting the story on a message board was simply to share an entertaining story. I have always appreciated reading stories of this sort, even if I was quite skeptical of them.
I have only been irritated by posters who felt it necessary to spice up their skepticism with insulting remarks about my girlfriend or who suggested that a more likely explanation was that I intentionally drugged the both of them. I’m not sure why that is necessary.
How does one prove a story to be true on an anonymous message board? I could ask my girlfriend, mother, or other witnesses who played minor roles to write posts backing me up, but I could just as easily author such posts myself. Its been fairly entertaining addressing the questions posters have raised, so I will continue to do that, but what else can I do? So, whether you believe or not, I hope you were at least mildly entertained by it…
Three people did not experience a wild trip. One person did (the person who ate the most potatoes). The other two got high but not anywhere close to the one person and they recovered much more quickly.
How many grams do you estimate to be in a little over half of a spice bottle? I plan on measuring this myself, but I don’t have access to a scale right now.
I think the other thing that people may be overlooking is that while one may add a greater quantity of pot than that (never done it myself) to brownies or a cake or something like that, one person doesn’t usually have more than one or two brownies. They don’t eat the whole damn thing like we did. Every bit of pot that went into the potatoes was consumed, after being slowly simmered in olive oil for a long time. And I ate a huge amount of potatoes.
I also think personal sensitivity to THC plays a large factor. I have always been very sensitive to it when I smoked, so I’m not surprised that pot consumed orally would also have an exaggerated effect.
Hey, no biggie one way or the other. What you describe just seems pretty far-fetched in light of many people’s considerable experience ingesting pot and cooking. Also, IME it is not uncommon for substance-related tales to involve some degree of embellishment.
Actually, my main response was that even if I thought something like this had happened to me, I hope I would resist the urge to publicize it because I would expect a good many folk to think I was - at best - exaggerating for the sake of a good yarn.
There was no offense taken. : )
Yeah, I’m sure many do, but then, who cares? And I’m sure many were entertained by it. And some may even be inspired to add more potatoes to their diet.
In any case, here’s some other factors to consider, Mr. Shodan:
My girlfriend and mother are both small – less than 5’1" and less than 110 lbs. I am also no giant – I’m 5’7" and about 145 lbs.