The first time made edibles, was back in the 80s, no internet then, just overhead a couple of people in the pub discussing it.
So I made cake, 7 inch chocolate sponge cake, added 6 oz of grass, it was a muddy green color when finished. I put it in the fridge.
Next morning I awoke with the girlfriend, and said, fancy some cake for breakfast
After a thin slice of cake, tea and sex, I was informed we were going to a barbecue with some friends. So I went and got a shower.
So I am in the shower, and I start to get butterflies in my stomach, the same feeling I get when coming up on acid. So I chugged down a litre of orange juice and knocked down the intensity of the weed, forgot to mention it to the girlfriend, my bad.
15 minutes into the drive to the barbecue, the girlfriend looks at me white as a sheet and says, stop the car were going to hit a lamppost, they are all melting and leaning over. I said, your ok, your hallucinating, it's the weed cake. Then she looks at me and says, why is there blood coming out of your mouth.... Why are you turning into a werewolf lol.
I carried her into the house and put her to bed, she slept for 24 hour's.
It gets better.
Following weekend we are going to visit friends. I will take the cake I thought, wrapped it in surround wrap on a plate and put it in my bag.
We arrive at our friends house, the front door is open, we walk in and shout hello. They call down from upstairs, almost ready, we are going down the pub round the corner for lunch. Go and get the drinks in, we will meet you there. I take the cake out of my bag, and put it on the dining room table, and we head down the pub.
We have a very nice afternoon at the pub, and head back to their house, we can have some cake I thought.
They open the front door, and the house is wrecked, expensive leather furniture, and antique teddy bears ripped to pieces, shit, puke and piss every where, and unbeknownst to me, 2 doberman pinschers, that they were looking after for a family member, in a very confused state on the floor.
They had found, and eaten my cake, then went on some hallucinogenic primeval hunting spree, on the teddy bears and leather sofa.
I didn't mention the cake, thought it best to keep that quiet. We left at their insistence, so they could clean the mess up. The dogs were fine the next day, they put it down to separation anxiety, as they only had them the day before.