[livius drusus]

Many years ago I made a pot carrot cake for a Thanksgiving feast at a friend's house. One sliver was enough to couch lock us all for hours. It looked like that field hospital scene in Gone with the Wind. Eventually everyone got their shit together and we proceeded with the more traditional turkey-based festivities. I left the remainder of the cake -- well over half the bundt pan was left -- with the host and hostess.

Sunday he called me saying his wife had gotten into the cake in the middle of the night and wound up binging on it (it was a particularly great carrot cake, if I say so myself). She was apparently just this side of complete madness for 48 hours straight, and this is someone very, very practiced in the ways of mj.

The two lessons of this episode are: 1) even people who know their shit can get lured by tasty treats to cross the line, and 2) spice-based baked goods do an outstanding job of masking that heavy cannabis flavor, significantly more so than chocolate, in my experience.