When I think about what number of milligrams of cannabis I’ve consumed on my quest for an excellent-tasting edible, I think about their little strings of THC DNA orbiting Earth at the very least two or thrice, flipping me the finger as they whiz by. I didn’t notice this would be such an enormous endeavor a few years ago when, as a food writer centered on craft chocolate, I puzzled if anyone was combining high quality cocoa beans with marijuana.
Since then, I’ve sampled dozens upon dozens of products, each figuratively dashing my taste buds’ hopes in opposition to a rock — together with (...)