Category: The Green Grass of SILVER BROWN

I like to smoke. Occasionally I write about it.

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That Shit I Ate For Breakfast

X. Jupiter Hart

Chocolate blueberry pancakes started out as just a concept that came to me one morning during a wake n’ bake. One I translated into a tangible product the following Sunday. (If you can dream it, you can do it?) The first batch turned out like this…

They were pretty good. The chocolate taste was detectable yet subtle. But some crazy part of me wanted more chocolate. So the next weekend I added an extra teaspoon of cocoa to the pancake cauldron, and a few handfuls of these things…

If Count Chocula had a nasty case of the runs, it would probably look like this.
The maiden pancake in its early embryonic stage. I’m aware of how scatologically suggestive this picture is, so there’s no need to point it out to me.
The finished product. It should be pointed out that accidentally making the pancakes extravagantly huge is one of the associated risks of doing this while high.

It was immediately apparent after the first couple of bites that there’s only so much chocolate one can put in pancake batter before the resultant product tastes more like a certain dessert than actual pancakes. I thought to myself: Gadzooks, am I eating chocolate cake for breakfast? Have I turned into one of those people?! The blueberries kicked in around Bite Number Three, instantly bringing my gastronomical chi back into balance and salvaging the whole experience from my nightmares. They didn’t overpower the chocolate flavour, opting instead to lurk in the background. Occasionally reminding me of what I was actually eating.

If the blueberry goodness was a character in this taste bud theatre, it’d be something like a benevolent version of Michael Myers.

These were actually way better-tasting as leftovers. Something about refrigerating them overnight restored the innate flapjackitude lost during the cooking process. Pancakes from the first bite, albeit weird-ass ones from another dimension. A dimension my stomach was pretty convinced was evil…

The next Sunday I nixed the cocoa entirely and only put in a small handful of chocolate chips. One of the pancakes from that batch looked at me funny…

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May Mother Ganja Bless Thy Innards

X. Jupiter Hart

Recent legislation passed in the State of New York and the Commonwealth of Virginia (and I believe New Mexico to boot) gives us much to celebrate (safely) this Kushmas, in spite of everything. Even more jurisdictions are sure to follow suit. I’ll toke to that. White-collared conservatives flashing down the street pointing their plastic finger at me can’t stop the dawning of the Age of Aquarius any more than they can stop the suns from setting. Correctly identify all the pop culture references in that sentence and you win the last slice of pizza.

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All Hail Her Majesty, Future Queen of Canada

X. Jupiter Hart

Prince Philip’s practically on his deathbed, and there’s that whole messy situation with Julie Payette to boot. So I thought this would be a good moment in history to present this video I spent my Sunday morning putting together instead of going to church. Incidentally, Her Majesty has been summoned from her royal winter storage quarters to give her opening address to the Vernal Parliament, and her speech was as smashing as always.