I'm Mik. Model, mother, moron. Future meta-magician. Former logic clinician.
My better half and I own Brainfood Bookstore in Longmont, Colorado. It is the only exclusively indie- and local-lit bookstore in the nation. We meet a lot of crazy folks.
Testimonial from a former roommate:
"Living with you was like living with a quiet little opinionated deer person who floated around like a ghost and said smart/nutso things and ate seaweed. "
I love Colorado. I love mountains. I love hiking. I read and write. I raise my children to the best of my ability. I have lupus and have defeated early-stage cancer twice, so I pretty much fully support the use of medical marijuana.
I suffer from lupus and arthritis, and use marijuana for pain management. I try to avoid smoking, because I have lung-related symptoms that I don’t want to exacerbate, so I’m trying to make edibles.
I recently cooked up some cannibutter that I think came out well, but when I tried to make caramels, the milkfat with weed separated from the milkfat without weed (the recipe I used called for both butter and cream). Sooo that plan failed.
What other recipes might work well with weed butter (or just weed)? I’m not a super-experienced cook and I’m looking for things like candies or non-crumbly cookies that I can take with me so that I have an option for pain management when I’m away from home. Any suggestion or recipes?
That is literally it. That is all I hope to accomplish with my life.
I sort of feel like I’m turning into a degenerate pothead, but I guess it’s better than a degenerate opiate addict or something. Literally every second I’m not stoned, I’m in pain. My joints are beyond description. Lying on my side make my hipbones feel like they’re going snap and fold in half. I can’t sit upright because of the pressure on my sitz bones and spine. This means I can’t drive, I can’t go to class, I can’t work in my office without being doped up on either pot or something worse. The really shitty thing? Taking anything actually legal… vicodin, percocet, hydrocodone… is basically suicide because of the effect it has on my kidneys (in addition to the fact that it makes me wayyy more spacey than pot). I just need to hurry up and get into a grad school in Colorado so I can, oh I don’t know, actually fucking function without it being a felony.