Oh God, GATEWAY DRUG!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!! runs around flailing arms 
To contribute: butter is far superior to “dumpage” as it’s called around here, for the reasons already mentioned. No smell, no harm from smoke, etc.) But for the love of Unca Cecil, do NOT eat the butter hoping for a high from it. You’ll get good and fucked up, but you’ll be sorry you did.
Uh, a little birdie told me. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Carrot cake, a cautionary tale from the 1980’s.
An ex of mine made this to get rid of some ‘cabbage’ that wasn’t worth smoking. We had a slice each and waited for the effects to kick in.
And waited … hmm. :dubious:
Oh well, at least the cake tasted good, so we had another slice.
And waited.
What had we been waiting for? Couldn’t remember - but hey! Yummy cake. We had another slice! 
I do not know how the story ends. There was no cake left the next morning. I got an official warning at work, I can’t remember what it was for.
Don’t try the carrot cake. It’s very good.
Ooh, too funny, maggenpye! I was reading this thread thinking that it would probably be a bad thing to get the munchies when the most readily available munchable contains more of what gave you the munchies in the first place. One of those positive feedback loop thingies, ya know…
I have to tell this story. I tried to fight it, but the pull is too great. When my parents were first married, long before I was born, they owned a pet store. Once a month, they would leave the store in the care of my mom’s parents (aged 65 an 76 at the time) so they could go make bank deposits, stock up on supplies, and such. One day, they returned from their errands to find my grandparents (hereafter referred to as gma and gpa) looking very upset. urns out, gma and gpa had gotten hungry, since my parents weren’t back until well past lunchtime. Being diabetic, gma and gpa searched for something edible, and found a lovely batch of brownies on top of the fridge. They decided to each eat a piece. Interestingly, it didn’t slake their hunger, so they each ate another piece. Suddenly, gma and gpa realized that they had eaten the entire pan of brownies, and my gma started feeling ill. Gpa was freaking out and wanting her to go to the hospital, but she refused to leave the shop unattended. When my parents stopped laughing, dad explained that they were his “special” brownies, and that gma wasn’t sick, she was just very very stoned. Gma and gpa were pissed as hell that my parents would leave them “just sitting around like that where anybody could eat them.” (Remember, they were on top of the fridge!) They never forgave my dad as long as they lived.
In my callow youth, the practice among my friends was to fry up some marijuana (in those days, spelled “marihuana” by the government) in olive oil with lots of fresh oregano. To this was added tomato sauce, which was dumped on pasta.
I recall my roommate watching the 1984 Olympics while diligently chipping what looked like brown glass out of a Pyrex dish and sucking on the resultant shards. He had made pot brownies but forgot to add the flour.
That’s the kind of memory loss that usually happens AFTER…
And that’s actually kind of disgusting…sort of like when I was much younger and impecunious and hopelessly addicted to tobacco and used to go public ashtray-diving to find long butts.
My impression was that he may have sampled the ingredients prior to preparing the recipe.
Cooking with the herb is great, if herb is your thing, but never decide that it’s taking too long and keep eating. You’ll end up higher than a kite.
Doesn’t anyone make gooballs anymore?
My problem with Krispy Treats wasn’t the lovely green color, but the fact that it was impossible to eat just one! Brownies allow me to exercise some self-restraint - a large brownie is relatively satisfying, so I can put the rest away for later. But I defy you to try and eat just ONE Krispy Treat, especially when you’re already stoned and you’ve just made an entire batch.
. . . And some “poor” parent will have to buy them all.
ME! Me! me! meeeeee!
Been there, done that and recently to boot.
Of course marijuana isn’t an opiate. As was said, many terminal and chronically ill patients are on morphine or other opiate pain killers. This sucks for several reasons, not the least is which is that it can stop you up something fierce. This isn’t really relevant for your average pothead, but for a terminal cancer patient on a morphine drip, a “special” cookie with loads of ginger and fiber could be very helpful.
I tossed some weed into a saucepan with some Chef Boy-Ar-Dee Ravioli once, and it was quite effective…too effective. It was my girlfriend’s idea. It was her first time getting high. She didn’t want to smoke, but still wanted to “try” pot. Well, it worked; she got high, but passed out after about 30 minutes…and I had to to take her home to her parent’s house. I really doubt they bought the “food poisoning” story, even though it was sort of the truth…
My point, such as it was, was that using chopped or ground cannabis in food is not only possible but commonly practiced. Some of the previous posters stated or seemed to imply that it wasn’t, although the Toklas recipe is one example of it being done.
No doubt if if I were merely a consumer of said foodstuffs I would be eager to try the infused-butter method. But if this were a DYI affair, I would be more than content to stir some clippings into the Duncan-Hines. Hypothetically speaking, of course.
I’m so hungry right now.
I am pretty sure I’m getting a contact high from this thread. And I really want a brownie. Plus, Craig Ferguson is on!
Yup, it’s already been addressed but many medicinal pot users are also on big gun opiates for pain and what that will do to your poop chute is just awful.
Naja, PM me with an email address and I’ll see what I can do… 
It’s not like I can take care of EVERYBODY personally, right?! It’ll be like Mrs Field’s–a franchise opportunity, heh heh…
Oh, and I always leave the plant matter right there in the butter not only because there’s some good to be had in all that leafy green stuff on its own but also because it ups the fiber content of the cookies to fierce levels. I warn people that eating more than two of these things will not only make you fairly comatose for a while but will get you on the dumper tout de suite. A friend who’s one of those people who normally poops once every two-three days becomes regular as clockwork every morning when he’s rockin’ the cookies. Probably lower your cholesterol, too!
Yeah, that’s what happened in the Great Hash Brownie Incident of 1978. I’d taken a vacation day on a Friday and decided to make some brownies when I got up that morning. (The week before I’d obtained a sheet of hash; it was the size of a slim package of notebook paper: 8x10", about 3/8" thick.) I put half the hash into a half-batch of brownies, and munched one down as soon as they cooled from baking. I started feeling pleasant, and hungry…so I had another. You’re right, you know where this is going. I ate them all.
By this time it was midday. I decided to walk on up to the local record store and I was browsing through the used LP’s when a couple friends walked up to me. They took one look at my eyes and one of them blurted out, “Oh my god, what have you done!?” I explained how I’d gotten a little carried away with the brownies (and the amount and type of special ingredient the brownies contained). They promptly walked me home - as they said, while I could still walk - and got me into my apartment before they went back to work. I spent most of the next ten hours on my back on the floor, listening to the radio. I only got up to pee and to periodically hit the refrigerator…say, weren’t there some brownies around here somewhere? It was an interesting experience.
BTW, I got a copy of the ABT Cookbook at the thrift store for fifty cents. It is actually quite interesting, with stories about her and Gertrude Stein, and some of the recipes are quite good, if high in calories, fat & chorlesterol.
I would recommend it highly.
Hooray! I’ve got one friend in particular, a cancer patient in his late seventies, who avoids taking prescribed pain medication entirely because of the constipation issue and is in great pain much of the time. Thank you, thank you.
Heh. Heh-heh-heh-heh–you said HIGH, dude!
Wait, what?