Category Archives: Cannabis

Canna Butter Get a Break?

Picture of a large bag of legal weed. Eyes drawn on a hole in the bag making a funny face.
I can’t believe it’s not butter!

Cannabutter (or in this case, since I have a dairy sensitivity and will be using non dairy Margarine, CannaMargarine… Marijuanagarine… Ganjagarine?). 🤷

This is a post about cannabis-infused butter… Aka: weed, kaya, ganja, or the slur “marijuana”.

Hi, my name is Reilly, and I have a college degree from a cooking school (an AAS) and five years of experience working in the restaurant industry. I have worked in the cannabis industry for 2+ years. Cannabutter (A compound word of cannabis and butter), also known as a cannabis compound butter, is a crucial recipe to master for edibles and as a sauce for food. While you could use this as a traditional compound butter, I wouldn’t recommend it since I don’t care for the taste of decarbed weed. More on that term later. Cannabutter is far more effective than the flavor since cooking evaporates the terpenes (the tasty and aromatic compounds) in the cannabis.

In this recipe, I will substitute Earthbound brand Vegetable Oil Spread instead of butter because I am dairy sensitive. This product is vegan and a good 1-to-1 substitute for butter, in my experience. (I am not being sponsored by this brand. I wish I were…)

Song of the post: Mary Jane by Rick James

Washington state Retail cannabis warning label: There may be health risks associated with consumption of this product. Should not be used by women that are pregnant or breast feeding. For use only by adults twenty-one and older. Keep out of reach of children. Cannabis can impair concentration, coordination, and judgment. Do not operate a vehicle or machinery under the influence of this drug.
Warning: this product has intoxicating effects and may be habit forming. Smoking is hazardous to your health.
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This recipe is for adults of legal consumption age, age 21 here in Washington State USA. The information in this recipe is informational only for places where Cannabis isn’t legal.

Cannabutter

  • 16 oz Earth Bound Vegan Buttery Sticks
  • 16 oz water
  • 28 grams cannabis (my guess, scale broke.)

Total recipe cooking time: 130 minutes.

Cooling time: on counter– 1 hour. In fridge, about 6 hours or overnight.

Equipment

  • 1 baking sheet.
  • Parchment paper for your baking sheet.
  • 1 large saucepan.
  • Optional: 1-liter French press.
  • 1 8×8 glass 2-quart pyrex baking dish.
  • 1 spatula.
  • 1 thermometer.
  • 1 oven/stovetop.
  • 1 refrigerator.
  • 4 cup fine mesh strainer.

TLDR: a blog post instructions:

(Aka Too long didn’t read)

  • Step 1: Grind or breakdown your cannabis into small pieces, no bigger than a pea. Spread it evenly on a parchment covered baking sheet.
  • Step 2: Bake in a 240 degree Fahrenheit oven for 40 minutes. It should be a golden brown color with a strong cannabis aroma. Put aside for a moment.
  • Step 3: Measure 2 cups water into a sauce pan and put it on the stove on medium low. Add your butter and let it completely melt. Be sure to not allow this to go over 220 degrees Fahrenheit. Check temperature with a thermometer.
  • Step 4: Scrape the baked cannabis into the butter mixture and stir gently with a spatula to be sure the cannabis is mixed in.
  • Step 5: Simmer on medium low for 90 minutes, coming back every 20 minutes or so to check the temperature and to stir the mixture.
  • Step 6: Pour and strain mixture into a pyrex glass pan. Ideally you want as little solid material as possible. Allow to cool to room temperature before putting in the fridge overnight to cool.
  • Step 7: Remove the solid top layer of Cannabutter from the pyrex pan, and discard the liquid below the fat.
  • Step 8: Store for later use by putting it in the fridge, or use right away!

Consume Responsibly.

Extended version of recipe, SEO friendly with commentary:

Since my kitchen scale chose today to break… I am not sure how much weed is in this bowl.

A 1 cup glass bowl of various cannabis buds. From a horizontal perspective.

My guess is about a 14 to 28 grams. This bowl usually holds about a cup of dried cereal or liquid. And this is a mix of several cannabis strains. (Which is proof that I have really cut down on my weed consumption.)

Step 1 and 2: Grind and bake your cannabis.

To begin, we will be baking our cannabis to convert the THCA to THC by roasting it in the oven at 240 F for 40 minutes.

This is a necessary step to activate our cannabis. The key is to slowly roast the ground cannabis to golden brown. We do so with a lower temperature, 240 degrees Fahrenheit, for 40 minutes.

In scientific terms, this is called decarboxylation.

Decarboxylation is a chemical reaction that removes a carboxyl group and releases carbon dioxide (CO2). Usually, decarboxylation refers to a reaction of carboxylic acids, removing a carbon atom from a carbon chain. The reverse process, which is the first chemical step in photosynthesis, is called carboxylation, the addition of CO2 to a compound. Enzymes that catalyze decarboxylations are called decarboxylases or, the more formal term, carboxy-lyases (EC number 4.1.1).

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Add the activated cannabis buds to the butter on the stove top.

Next, we will be adding the activated cannabis from the sheet pan to the saucepan on the stove top. Turn the heat to a low simmer. The ideal temperature is a simmer, which is 190 F to 210 F.

Step 3: Simmer on low for 90 minutes.

Step 4: Strain? Cool. Then Netflix and Chill

This long trip is almost over. Now, we will be straining the solids from the butter and allowing it to cool. This will take an hour to cool on your counter to reach room temperature. After that a couple more hours before the fats solidify and we separate that to have our finished cannabutter.

Note: you don’t want to save any of the strained cannabis solids. It tastes awful, and all of the desired psychoactive compounds have been absorbed by the butter fats after all this cooking. Don’t feel bad about throwing it away in your food waste.

Step 420: Get Baked.

Finally the trip you’ve been patiently waiting for. You can use this Cannabutter as the fat or butter in any cooking recipe, though I recommend using it in baked goods or something with a dominant flavor because this does have its own flavor.

Which is someplace between spent matcha tea and asparagus. Edit a month after I first wrote this: it made me gag trying to eat it straight up. It’s acceptable in edibles, and not too bad added to a strong flavored tea or coffee.

Warning: Whenever consuming edibles, be patient and wait 1-2 hours between doses. 1 dose may last several hours. Consume responsibly.


Lucy and I, high after midnight

My orca-tuxedo cat Lucy, getting up to pose for a picture, on a yellow sonics blanket while on my bed. In a corner, Green walls in the background.
My orca-tuxedo cat Lucy, getting up to pose for a picture while on my bed.

On Tuesday/Wednesday I Was up until 1227am because I couldn’t sleep. I went to bed at my regular time these days around 8pm. I did everything I usually do, but couldn’t sleep. At about 3 hours, I turned my phone back on and browsed with nightlight setting on, bedtime mode on, and the brightness to zero. When nothing else works, reading puts me asleep. This didn’t work either. I haven’t been able to exercise much the past week because I strained my right foot. I’m only feeling better again today. Long story short, the lack of exercise screwed up my routine and sleep. Melatonin, Valerian root, and magnesium supplements do work to a point. Good sleep hygiene also helps. When everything fails and I can’t sleep, I smoke pot. My main reason for smoking pot has been to help me sleep. (For the pot head readers, it was the strain GMO by the company Dank Czar.) Pot was a last resort after trying many prescription medicines that didn’t help or had bad side effects. Occasionally I get a story like this.

  I had a bowl of pot with the strain GMO loaded. Smoked it. When I came back in, Lucy dashed outside. I’m very careful at night coming back in from the back deck by opening the backdoor slowly, by not opening the door much, and herding her gently with my feet if necessary. Tonight, she out maneuvered me and escaped. I drank a swig of water, and went back outside whispering to Lucy. “Lucy? Where are you?”  She was outside the garage door, on the concrete patio path with her fur proofed out. Ready to fight, or pounce. 

Something with a glowing green eye was in the rundown, lean to, shitty garage. I heard a strange higher pitch animal call. I scooped her up, in my arms firmly so she couldn’t escape and held her against me. Lucy tried to squirm and wiggle free as she usually does when either my mother or I pick her up to hold her and give her kisses. She meows like a teenager would to their parents not being cool. When she’s had enough after 10 seconds, she wiggles around like a snake or worm to wriggle free, as I put her back on the floor.

Complaining with a meow that said: “Nooo! Put me down! I want to see what’s in the garage!”  I whispered: No Lucy, it isn’t safe out during the night anymore. There are coyotes nearby! I quickly walked back inside, as quietly as I could. I fear a coyote. A couple years ago I saw 2 crossing the road about a half mile away where my street crosses Rainier Ave. 

Lucy perched on her cat house, ready to play. She was much like this on Wednesday. Lying on most her toys… The piece of pink wrapping paper, and her blue kitten chew toy. The box on the floor, and old toy she doesn’t use anymore.

As I took Lucy inside, carefully closing the door so she couldn’t escape out again. She dashed to her *Cat tree play toy* in the living room. Scratching the bottom mast, staring at me, eyes crazy, ready to play. I remember at that moment that we are both high. I gave her a double amount of catnip infused cat treats, in her food dish, the moment before I went to smoke. I couldn’t resist her sleepy begging eyes, and cute charm. Rubbing against my ankles helped. Lucy’s my only kitty. Of course I spoil her. 

A black foam roller I use for back and leg massages. Upright in a living room near furniture.
The black foam roller I use for back and leg massages. It tips over easily.

I tried to play with her, but one of us knocked over my cylindrical foam roller (think a thicker pool noodle, black). Flop! The noodle tipped over hitting the living room floor! Lucy disappeared in a flash. I assume all the way upstairs to mom’s room for the night.  She comes back to visit me as I’m tucked in bed trying to sleep, writing this story. She is already purring as she hops onto my bed. She settles on me for like 3 minutes. She leaves again. Lucy is high, lol. I believed that I saved Lucy’s Life that night. Or we could have been both so stoned that we were both paranoid and reacted to nothing. Oh well.

Lucy in 2014. I accidentally spilled the catnip we had then on the floor, and she immediately went to roll in it.

Songs of the week:

Stray cat strut by (Actual band name) Stray Cats

Lucy in the sky with diamonds by The Beatles

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Stoners… Don’t dabble in Scorpion Poison! Part 1.

Scorpion Poison, A legal Cannabis story:

A wise man once said: “Cocaine is a hell of a drug….” Giggling while telling his own crazy story. It was rock star Rick James, collaborating Charlie Murphy’s story about him on Charlie Murphy’s True Hollywood stories, on Chappelle Show. If you haven’t seen that episode, I suggest you watch it after reading this. Episode 204. Or on youtube. That whole episode is still relevant. I counter that “Cannabis is a hell of a drug…:” 

Likenesses and details changed. Names for characters are combinations of celebrity names. Any likeness to real people, or companies is coincidental. Based on a Drug Trip.


 Once upon a time in a nondescript warehouse in the PNW, 

There was a small legal cannabis company. They bought their cannabis from farms, and sold it to stores as the brand Dirty Girl Cannabis Co. A classic small business warehouse which was growing in employees by the month. A typical day in a tier 3 distributor weed company is a handful of things for a cannabis processor. Cannabis strains such as White widow, Girl Scout Cookies also coined Og (Short for Ocean Grown) cookies (to avoid a lawsuit), Blue Dream, or Sherbet, are stuffed into plastic mylar bags or glass jars. The bud is weighed out on an electric scale for packed containers varying from one gram to one ounce in weight. ‘Rolling’ joints, or packaging cartridges. 

    The work space where all of this is produced is like someone set up an office in a storage warehouse with whatever tables and chairs they could find online. Your basic warehouse layout… Cold and grim, but functional. The work culture, being a weed company, is anything but. It’s a weird cross of Half Baked, The Office, and Mad men. Day to day work is often repetitive like working on a production line, by filling as many bags of story ready product, and rolling as many joints as possible. This creates a work culture where you listen to something on headphones, or talk with your coworkers about whatever while your hands are busy. Often a bit too lax since everyone working there are stoners!

    It was an usually sunny day on a chilly spring morning at Dirty Girl Cannabis Company. The work assignment is to help fill a current order by breaking down cannabis strain Purple Haze, into shelf quality bud for legal retail stores. The whole team is processing and packaging cannabis into ounce bags. The quality of this Purple Haze weed? If the best stuff is Jimmy Hendrix’s hit coined after this strain, this is a person on youtube playing it, but only knows half the song, and can’t sing. You can’t blame the farmers for selling this stuff… If someone ends up buying it. Growing cannabis is a  specialized skill like farming any other agricultural product. This batch wasn’t grown right. It had no smell despite being a cross of two pungent parent strains – Purple Thai with an aroma reminiscent of purple flowers and chocolate, and Haze, which smells like fresh orange-spice tea . This smelled like hay. A common sign of improperly cured and grown weed. Cannabis is grown, chopped, hung up, and dried. If only one of these precise methods is screwed up, the final product’s quality will be dramatically affected. Lower THC percentages, less beneficial effects, little to no smell or taste, and so on. If you bought this from a retail cannabis store, it would be like buying canned peaches, opening it up, and discovering the peaches were barely ripened, have a stiff mealy texture, taste awful, and offer no nutritional value. 

Processors don’t enjoy trimming this weed, but nobody likes every part of their job. When you make minimum wage, this is “Paycheck weed”.  Top grade Purple Haze is it’s own experience unto itself. At high doses it feels like the classic Jimmy Hendrix hit, the world appears in a golden glow, you are happier due to its antidepressant effects, and it tastes amazing. Like chocolate, berries, violets, and spices. It can make you energetic, or sleepy depending on how it’s grown.

To be continued…


Fuck! Writer’s block! Ugh.. Writing is hard! I wanted to finish this today, for it to be a longer post, but I’m tired and don’t want to be late for a second week in a row. I must honor the readers I have, even if zero people visited the blog in the past two days. A stark reality check for me as a beginning blogger. Despite writing this since 6am today, clearly I underestimated the amount of work this post required. That’s what I get for procrastinating on this all week. I guess this is part of the learning curve for blogging. So I’m splitting this story into two, and will finish it tomorrow. Yes, a shitty cliffhanger… 


Song of the post, Mary Jane by Rick James.:

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