Last time I ate one of those (actually in the form of zucchini bread, in 1989), my buddy and I went on a long all day alpine adventure and got back to town, still on foot, and he had to go to work. I was still so frickin' ripped and freaked that instead of hitchin a ride back home, I bushwacked seven miles through the woods. I was so high I just couldn't handle other people. My friend had a mind altering experience at work making pizzas With concentrated, extracted pot, you never are sure of the dose the butter contains or which cookie has more than another and by how much. I had that problem with a bag of sugar cubes once Pot no longer does it for me.