My Cooking Experience

The wife and kids left for a few days last week for spring break, so I decided to try my hand at cooking with marijuana.

I started off with the cannabutter--two sticks of butter into a pot of boiling water, dropped it to a simmer and dumped in a half an ounce of year-and-a-half old Mandala Satori. I knew I wouldn't be smoking it anytime soon, so I thought it would be a great way to use it before it went bad. I didn't grind the weed--just put the whole buds and shake right in the pot and simmered it for 3 hours, stirring occasionally. Filtered through some pantyhose and put the concoction into the fridge overnight. Next day, I had a great slab of cannabutter.

The next night, I made some no-bake cookies:
1 3/4 cups white sugar
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup butter
4 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder
1/2 cup crunchy peanut butter
3 cups quick-cooking oats
1 teaspoon vanilla extract

They take about ten minutes to cook (bring butter, cocoa and milk to a boil then dump the rest in and cook for 1.5 minutes. Put tablespoonfuls a dab at a time onto wax paper and let cool).

I wasn't prepared for the strength of these. I knew I should try one at a time, but thinking it was taking too long to hit me (45 minutes after the first one) I ate another. I'd never had edibles before. Two hours later I was higher than I've ever been in my life. Listened to some dubstep, stumbled upstairs, laid in bed for three hours completely freaked out that if I didn't make an effort to breathe, that I would stop.

I tried to rationalize with myself and convince myself that I was just letting mood and paranoia give me a wrong turn with the high, but I couldn't overcome the fear. I was convinced that physical impulses are controlled via the sub-conscious, and that by speeding up my thoughts so rapidly, I had tapped into my sub-conscious and had to make an effort to maintain normal impulses (like breathing, swallowing, blinking) or that I would stop. I also couldn't drink enough water, everytime I took a few drinks my mouth felt instantly dry.

I finally fell asleep, but woke up at 5 in the morning (this was now 7 hours after the first cookie). I could still barely walk and felt like I'd been on an all night drinking binge, and my mind was still racing a bit although not as much. I dry heaved into the toilet for a few minutes, drank a ton of water, then fell back to sleep until Noon. I finally felt normal in the head although my body felt like it had been hit like a truck.

I had planned on sharing the cookies with friends, but now I'm afraid to try another myself, let alone put someone else through that. Would taking just one have made a difference? And is it normal for the high from edibles to be so strong and last so long? Anybody else ever had a similar experience from edibles?

Hahaha, my only experience of eating herb was only once,on a Saturday in June 2008, I lived in GA at this time.I had been smoking some Sam Skunkman's Thai Haze x Skunk #1 to the point that I could smoke 2 grams and only maintain a mediocre high for 30 mins tops. I had an ounce left and was bored and never had cooked with herb. I hand-crumbled the whole ounce into a tupperware bowl and had a 14 oz. box of Dromedary brand Gingerbread mix. That particular brand has cooking oil already in the Gingerbread mix so all I added was the required water , a tablespoon of butter ,and the whole ounce of Thai Haze x Skunk #1 and cooked it for the required time.

Ewwwgh , the taste was awful, it was like chewing sawdust from lumber. I ate 2 wedge sized pieces, like 4 inches square and 2 1/2 " thick a piece which was half the pan. I had to force myself to eat it the taste was so bad. 10 mins went by...nothing...20 mins...nothing...I thought I was immune from having smoked so much in the previous weeks...30 mins...started to feel creeper effects....40 mins....I realized I already wanted off this ride and that it wasn't even close to getting started.

I started to lose concept of time and space by 60 mins. into it. This was around 2 pm. I struggled to think and concentrate , I kept thinking no one has ever died of a marijuana overdose, then I'd think well I just might be the first in the record books. At 2:30 pm I was on the phone to my mom as I needed to be driven to the Med Center (and I told her the real reason
),plus I just wanted to know my blood pressure since it runs somewhat high and I take medicine for it. (All these times would come back to me after all this was over but while this was effecting me I couldn't remember nor keep up with the time) So she pulls up and takes me to the Med Center, we went in and waited what would be 40 mins just for a blood pressure check, the place was packed. All I could repeat was "Blood Pressure Check" at the counter when I asked what was I there for. I had my BP checked , it was 110 over 60 , actually on the low side somewhat.

The nurses kept looking at me whispering back in forth, after I was told my BP , I suddenly felt the urge to get out of there and felt I'd be better off dying at home. One of the reasons I wanted to get back home was I had 4 plants still in bud and I saw one of the nurses pick up the phone to make a call after I had my BP checked and she was looking dead at me whispering and I heard her say "on drugs". I didn't want any pigs showing up at the Med Center, while I was still there, and since there was no way to trace me because they don;t ask for any ID or paperwork for a simple BP check, I told my mom..."let's go now". (The nurse knew my first name but not my last as I never gave my last name when I went in),but she starts to call my name as I head to the door, I never looked back. I got in my moms truck and she drove me back to my house.

I was still swimming in my mind. Around 6 pm my mom says if something bad was going to happen to you it would've happened by now. 5 hours had passed since I had ate that huge piece over stuffed with herb. I told my mom ..."you can go now, thank you" I'll be OK"....even though I had accepted that death was near and I wanted to get in my bed and just get it over with and die in my sleep. She leaves , I get in my bed, this is around 7 pm , I feel as though I'm floating over my bed, I pray that this will all end, I eventually fall asleep. I wake up around 1 am, I'm still on this ride !!! I can't believe it, I start thinking am I going to be permanently wasted for life. I still have waves of oceanic euphoria running from head to toe, still tingling , my eyes feel numb and warm still. I keep thinking when, when , when will this be over? 3 am and I decide to go back to bed and sleep it off as long as it takes. 10 am , I wake up, and still unbelievably high but it's not as super intense as it was before, it felt like I had dropped from 100% high down to 70 %.

I stayed awake from there on out , and it would take me until late in the evening around 6 to 7 pm before all effects were totally gone. Almost a 30 hour high I went through. I never have ate any since.

I found your post by typing in Satori, as it's my favorite strain. Your story made me think of my herb eating experience, lol . I'm about to put some Satori ,Mandala #1, and BubbleGummer in flower. I'm looking forward to Satori again. I never built a tolerance to it.

I am pretty new to edibles but have found them to be quite potent as you describe. since I have discovered edibles, I haven't once smoked it since and don't know if I ever will again. eating it is like a whole new drug and gets me more fucked up than smoking possibly could. I just love the way it creeps up on you and suddenly you realize.... man, I'm really fucked up.
I gave a few pieces of my brownies to some friends and they had the same experience. It's so much more of a full body high than a head thing
I didn't get the dry heaves like you did though.
I'm experementing right now with taking small bits of brownie (like 1/4 - 1/8 of a piece) to try to enjoy a moderate buzz - almost like medicating