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Tonight I ate the biggest honkin' crispy rice treat I've ever had: the Saturday Morning Bar from local CannaLand Edibles. The second thing I noticed

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Saturday Morning Cannabis Bar: Damn, That Thing's Big

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Tonight I ate the biggest honkin' crispy rice treat I've ever had: the Saturday Morning Bar from local CannaLand Edibles. The second thing I noticed about the bar, after noting its sheer heft, was how gaily decorated it was; colorful sprinkles on the top and pink confetti (yes, pink confetti) at the bottom made the treat feel like a special occasion. (About that pink confetti: it's packed under a layer of wax paper, but get it the hell out of the way before consuming your Saturday Morning Bar. Once you get into a good feeding frenzy, you're liable to accidentally eat some of it, as it tends to stick to the sticky treat. Yes, this is the voice of experience.)

Did I mention this monster was so huge -- extravagantly thick from top to bottom, too -- that it took me almost three hours to make it through? Yeah, this was a serious medible.

I did notice, once I started in on the Saturday Morning Bar (on Monday night), that it was divided into two halves, as if to gently suggest the bar be consumed in two servings. I was having none of that, of course, especially since I couldn't taste much cannabutter (the active ingredient).

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Steve Elliott ~alapoet~
Watch out for that pink confetti at the bottom. You could eat it on accident, man.

But the two halves would have been more realistic, serving size-wise, as it turns out. I ran out of steam about halfway through the second half and pretty much lost interest in the bar.

I could have kept going, really I could've, if the thing had tasted a little better. After the first half, though, despite its festive appearance, it started tasting more and more bland and cardboard-ish. Consuming it became uncomfortably close to a chore, which of course needed to be finished if I wanted to become medicated.

I did feel the effects of the Saturday Night Bar, but they weren't overwhelming with my jaded tolerance level. In fact, I'd suggest doubling the cannabis dosage and halving the food volume of the bar; that, in my opinion, would make it a much more effective medicine delivery device than is the case at its present unwieldy size.

I found my CannaLand Edibles Saturday Morning Bar at Crown Hill Collective; the suggested donation was $5. You can find the collective at 1104 NW 85th St., telephone 257-0358.

tokesignals@seattleweekly.com

Steve Elliott runs Toke Signals (tokesignals.com), an irreverent, independent blog of cannabis news, views, and information.

 
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