Some flies are just too awesome for the wall.

-- Abed, Community

Wake and bake

Woke up to at 5 today to my alarm going off blaring in the other room... dashed out to keep my husband from waking. On return I find I have bled the bed. So now I'm up, after shower might as well blaze up. Feelin' chill now.... happy 420 and good morning to you!

Cranberry Pecan Spice cannabis cookies

This recipe is simply a holiday spin on the "cake mix" cookie recipe, but no one will be able to tell. :-)

Cranberry Pecan Spice holiday cookies
Heat oven to 350

One box of Duncan Hines spice cake mix
1/2 cup of pecans
1/2 cup Craisins
1/2 cup cannabis butter if so inclined
2 eggs
1 shot of rum

Combine dry cake mix and pecans. Add melted butter and 2 eggs and form soft dough. Add craisins and mix well. There will be tiny cake batter lumps, that's normal.

Drop teaspoonfuls on cookie sheet, and bake for 8 to 10 minutes
Cool a couple of minutes to firm before transferring to wire rack

Curl up with friends with these in front of the fire...

Happy #420!

Devils Food Chronic cookies

Heat toaster oven to 350

One box of Duncan Hines Devil's food cake mix
1/2 cup of pot butter, gently melted
2 eggs

Mix all whopping three ingredients until well mixed; I simply form a dough, mixing it enough to get a lot of the smaller lumps out, but don't beat smooth

Drop teaspoonfuls on cookie sheet, and bake for 8 to 10 minutes.
Cool one minute before transferring to wire rack or plate :-)

Serve warm with whole milk, yumm!!

Time zooms by

I've lost several people in my life to death since my last post... children born... life continues, marching, almost running by... as more people lose jobs, more of our money goes overseas to foreign lenders to pay credit debt on shitty, dangerous products imported from China in the first place... I'm working... working to keep busy, working to keep from losing my mind... I focus on the zombies around me, the destructive forces at work, fighting them back, the voices and fear I've created, the voice of my mother, and my inner critic, who long ago grew more rotten and gnarled, mutated and repulsive... a seether I long ago lost control of which will destroy me, but not today. Today valium, chronic and tears get me through.