Comedian Baitem Maul Inspired Fudgy Pot Brownies; where the brownies aren’t the only things baked
1 cup 8oz/240g unsalted canna butter, melted and cooled
2 tablespoons (30ml) cannabis infused coconut oil
1 1/4 cups (9oz/260g) white sugar
1 cup (7oz/200g) packed light brown sugar
4 (2oz/57g each) large eggs, at room temperature
1 tablespoon (15ml) pure vanilla extract
3/4 teaspoon salt
1 cup (3.5oz/130g) all purpose flour
1 cup (3.5oz/100g) good quality, unsweetened cocoa powder
7 oz (200g) roughly chopped chocolate or large chocolate chips
Preheat oven to 175°C | 350°F.
Lightly grease an 8×12-inch baking pan* with cooking oil spray. Line with parchment paper (or baking paper); set aside.
Combine melted butter, oil and sugars together in a medium-sized bowl. Whisk well to combine. Add the eggs and vanilla; beat until lighter in colour (another minute).
Sift in flour, cocoa powder and salt. Gently fold the dry ingredients into the wet ingredients until JUST combined (do NOT over beat as doing so well affect the texture of your brownies).
Fold in 3/4 of the chocolate pieces.
Pour batter into prepared pan, smoothing the top out evenly, and top with remaining chocolate pieces.
Bake for 25-30 minutes for just under-done brownies (fudgier texture) or until the centre of the brownies no longer jiggles and is JUST set to the touch OR 35-40 minutes if you like your brownies well set and firm.
NOTE: Brownies will continue baking and set in the hot pan out of the oven. If testing with a toothpick, the toothpick should come out dirty for fudge-textured brownies.
After 15-20 minutes, carefully remove them out of the pan and allow to cool to room temperature before slicing into 16 brownies. They set while they cool.ENJOY!
OPTIONAL ADD INS:
Crushed walnuts, peanuts, almonds, pecans, etc. Chocolate chips, peanut butter chips, shredded coconut, dried fruit (cranberries, raisins, etc)
Store at room temperature for 3 days, or refrigerator for up to 5 days. These brownies can also be frozen for up to 3 months. Thaw overnight the refrigerator and bring to room temperature before serving OR reheat in the microwave.
*For thicker brownies, bake in a 7×11-inch pan for 40-45 minutes. For thinner brownies, bake in a 9×13-inch pan for 18-20 minutes.
PLEASE NOTE: An 8×12-inch pan bakes the most perfect brownies — thickness and texture.
TIPS AND TRICKS:
Do NOT over beat your batter once the flour and cocoa powder are added. That creates air pockets in the batter which will give you cake-like textured brownies.
Please try not to over bake them. Set a timer if you need too. I like mine at exactly 23 minutes in an 8×12-inch pan. You can go a little bit over if you like them set a bit more, but I don’t recommend it if you’re looking for the fudgiest brownies in the world. Remember, they will continue to bake slightly in the hot pan once pulled out of the oven,
I bake my brownies on the top shelf in the oven. I find the middle shelf cooks them a lot faster, slightly burns them on the top and dries them out.
Talking to my tribe today on more then one occasion within that day I found myself having conversations around the word JOY. It was serendipitous that this 3 letter word was on the minds of those around me, because I was truly feeling it and actively manifesting it everyday. Feeling joy can be tantamount to our self care and also self identity especially for the community I identify with (queer, black, kinky and polyamorous) To be a minority, within a minority, within a minority (yeah imagine how I feel…ha!) the small victories that affirm and validate who you are can be the single most exuberant experience of your life. But alas that doesn’t happen everyday, so how do we cultivate, multiply and share our JOY?
With so many legitimate reasons for Black women to feel despair about the world, sharing light moments is a distinctive, even radical choice — and it may be why “Black joy” has resonated with so many.
Ayana Lage – What Black Joy Means to 7 Black Women
In this day and age of division, divisiveness and all around bad news it can seem almost impossible to create and foster the ability to see joy in life’s everyday trial and tribulations. Which is why I enjoyed this article from Bustle about how black women viewed JOY and what it meant to them in their personal experiences. How do you experience or foster joy? This was a question that I asked myself after reading this article. There were things that I could relate to reading the perspectives of each of the women from religion, family and even celebrating successes but there was something that for me was very personal in searching my own soul.
My wife loves to watch reality TV, haha. She is kind of addicted to it. I don’t really care for it, but I will now and again indulge with her and try to follow the ever more dramatic story lines from shows like “Love and Hip Hop”, “Real Housewives” and “Braxton Family Values”. Aside from being at minimum a guilty pleasure, it also gives the viewers a inside vision of what relationships between black women can be. The (mostly) good, the (sometimes) bad and the ugly. And through this I realized that we as black women have a horrible track record with our sisters and the manifestation of that is now on display for everyone’s entertainment. Part of Black Girl Magic is finding and fostering Black Joy but how can we do that when our own ties are frayed? Myself personally I have always had good relationships with other women because I had models of that at home. My Mom and aunt were always reaffirming and building each other up, my many Buddhist “mothers in faith” who were the epitome of perseverance, cheer and winning; showed me examples of creating valuable relationships no matter how challenging. But what if you never had those models. How do you learn to ‘be your sister’s keeper’?
As with everything it starts with US! How can I expect to know how to make those that oppress us respect and honor our lives if we cant do it for each other? How can we embrace our natural gifts, talents and skills if we are always looking down at others and their talents that are different then ours? When will be realize that my black girl magic is equal and in proportion to my sister’s black joy? They are not only one and the same but they are contingent on each other. I always loved the phrase “Your vibe attracts your tribe”, yeah I know VERY hippie of me LOL! But this is truth and I experience it everyday! When I make space to rejoice and foster my tribe’s joy my joy in turn is doubled. And that positive vibration continues to reverberate and thereby attracting even more of the same wavelength to crescendo into a tsunami of joy. So imagine if we all did this? Imagine that we are reverberated and multiplied this Black Joy wave to engulf the world not only in a hashtag #blackjoy or #blackgirlmagic but in a seismic shift felt by our culture and our generation. Now THAT is the real MAGICK of a black girl.
So whats wrong with smoking a little cannabis, or eating a infused cookie? So many parents are now beginning to understand the benefits of cannabis in their personal parenting routine. I know that I have. Life is difficult and having the added responsibilities of children, career and allowing for personal relationships leave a finite amount of time for self care as a parent. After giving birth to my son and not knowing what was going to happen with him or even with myself I felt the weight of new motherhood on my shoulders. Anxiety, guilt, doubt and worry were my only companions. It was not a fun time. I couldn’t be present for him as I wanted to be since inevitably all of my energy was expended in feeding those devilish functions.
“Only those who’re high on the herb can truly appreciate Marley. Lean back, enjoy life and really listen to him. ‘…every little thing gonna be alright…
― A.K. Kuykendall
I was listening to this podcast the other day called Unerased: The history of conversion therapy in America. The episode in particular highlighting the Mama Bears, they are a group of moms who would step in when a LGBTQ person needed a parent and they had been disown by their own families. That was so powerful! Not only was the child honored and accepted but the Mama’s were able to feel fulfilled and hopeful in helping others in a time of need.
We canna moms need groups like that! I mean to be completely accepted, seen and honored not as a bad parent or having questionable morals, but as a evolving person doing the best that we can, as a woman (or parent, cause this goes for Dad’s, step-parents, hell any type of caregiver really!) still trying to hold on to some semblance of who they are; all while nurturing a whole other being. I needed to understand that I have tools at my disposal; tools that when used correctly make me the BEST parent! Community is one of those tools, so is cannabis. Comradeship is a great way to combat loneliness, depression, stigma and all other manners of attacks that we undergo on a daily basis. There are some forums out there, I wont name them because I understand the need for discretion and also anonymity. Currently there are parents that are scared of child protective services taking their children because of their responsible cannabis consumption. I am so disheartened to hear that and it should not be like that, just as millions shouldn’t be incarcerated because of the plant. But that is a whole nother blog post.
But you know what? Do that goggle search! Start talking about responsible consumption with other moms, dads, family members and friends. Make it a part of the lexicon, and not just something to whisper in ears and behind closed doors in hushed conversations. As the saying goes nothing in the dark can be addressed. So lets bring this wonderful medicine into the light, lets share candidly and openly about our experiences and how it has helped. Even if one tired, overstretched parent gets a good chuckle or a moment to feel connected and human again, then our job is done.
I am changing the conversations and also assumptions we have about people who smoke (especially caregivers), will you join in on making the movement better. The more variety of life stories we see, the better; the more experiences we allow in the space the better. Holding a sacred space for those conversations are paramount to the de-stigmatization and acceptance of caregiver use of cannabis. The more united we can become. We are never as alone as we think we are. If we only look at what divides us then we will NEVER have time to see what actually makes us all the same, and isn’t that what the man wants?!?