A friend of mine was having a horrible week last week.
When I say horrible, I mean, horrible.
I mean, Marge was losing it.
Her kids were misbehaving, her assistant had just quit, her husband was working on a huge work project that kept him late at the office, the dog had some sort of stomach problem that caused it to let loose all over the living room carpet⌠everything.
And in hindsight, we know that bad things all come clumped together.
Weirdly enough, it wasnât all those things that made her crack open a bottle of wine at my house.
That Thursday, she couldnât believe how close she was to the weekend. She could taste the exhale she needed. And as she was making her way home from work, she had a HUGE craving for a chocolate bar.
Like, the sort of craving that youâre 1000% confident if you can satisfy, all the other problems might totally, completely disappear.
So she pulled into a gas station and grabbed herself an Extra Large Mars bar.
Pulled off the wrapping in the car. Cracked it open. Watched the caramel and the cocoa fluff beckon her. And took a bite.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.
But there was one problem. Marge was a bit of a health nut⌠most days.
She only bought organic fruits and veggies: and not just the Dirty Dozen. She tried to stay away from meat most days. Her kids didnât even drink cowâs milk.
So what was her mistake? Looking at the ingredient list while she chewed.
Dread filled her.
The cocoa fluff? Not so fluffy. The caramel? Sticking to her teeth. Even the chocolate coating seemed⌠old and kind of moth-bally.
What she realized was that her one moment of weakness that she thought would feel amazing, didnât feel that way at all. Not because of sugar or chocolate. But because she couldnât understand half the ingredients on the label.
She had no idea what she was eating, what was hidden in the fluff, where it was created or grownâŚ. And that made her nervous.
Truthfully? It makes me nervous too.
Because with legalization going nation-wide this month, youâll soon be able to pick up a little sativa-spiked brownie on your way home from work. But wonât that be exactly the same thing as what Marge struggled with?
You still donât know whatâs in your edibles.
You donât know who made it, dosed it, or where the cannabis came from.
Thatâs why at Green Grass Kitchen, we give you the chance to
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Control your own ingredients, methods, and experience so you know exactly what youâre putting into your body, instead of guessing
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Rely on the most local, trusted, wholesome, and sustainable sources (making sure the Dirty Dozen is organic, but overall understanding that products from far away have more of a negative footprint)
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Have clear, see-through packaging, and complete transparency with our procurement processes
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Adjust your dosage, so that youâre not eating six muffins just to ease your pain
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Access and make your own edibles, especially if you can't wait until the "sometime after flower legalization", youâre remote or donât have access to any nearby cannabis-friendly markets (or if there arenât a variety of doses available once store bought edibles are legal)
Our main focus at Green Grass Kitchen?
Giving you control over your edibles.
We provide ingredients you can trust, tools you need, and instructions you can rely on in one easy, discreet package delivered straight to your door.
We make the process unique, customizable, and worthwhile.
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