Toward the end of dessert, Black Sabbath’s debut album materialized on the turntable, and nobody, not even the chefs, was able to speak during the first track’s rain, bells, and doom. I took advantage of the lull to think about what we’d just accomplished. After three hours of consuming copious amounts of marijuana in carefully prepared dishes, I was perfectly high and perfectly full. It is with the memory of that feeling fresh in my mind that I am here to tell you what you already know: Legalizing pot would, in addition to engendering medical miracles and rendering moot a large sector of illegal-drug-related crimes, allow quantum leaps in the world of cooking. Maybe if we all pray really hard to Jah, pot will one day infiltrate snooty haute cuisine and local artisanal eateries alike, all over America. And I’ll be able to say that I was there on day one.
via Roberta’s in Brooklyn’s Weed Tasting Menu – Stoner Food with Marijuana: Recipes: GQ.