When I believe about what number of milligrams of cannabis
I’ve consumed on my quest for a superb-tasting edible,
I imagine their little strings of THC DNA orbiting Earth at the very least two or thrice,
flipping me the finger as they whiz by. I did not understand this could be such a massive endeavor a
number of years ago when, as a food writer targeted on craft chocolate, I questioned if anyone
was combining quality cocoa beans with marijuana.
Since then, I’ve sampled dozens upon dozens of
products, every figuratively dashing my taste buds’ hopes against a rock — along with my few (...)