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For Brownies Sake, Girl…

So, I’ve got a funny memory to share, but for goodness’ sake let’s not get a Tude, when the word pot comes into the picture.  Back when I was completing my degree, was around the time IBS became my new tenant.  My friend and I had been having a conversation about natural solutions to some of my symptoms, as IBS treatments did not come with a realistic food plan my system wouldn’t reject.

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In our best naturopathic mode, we took it upon ourselves to test out a good ole Brownie.  Well, all the prescription drugs that I had tried did nothing but turn me into a Zombie, so I was going to do a test…  I admit that it had been a very long time since high school!  We were grown adults now, we knew what we were doing… somebody let us have and raise kids without breaking them, so there is that.  We Got This!  And with that, we began…

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Eight hours later…

My friends’ husband walks in the door from work, to find his wife laying on the couch with her eyes closed, not moving… and me… CHATTY KATHY… having a full-on conversation with his puddle of a wife.  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we absolutely did do this for 8 whole hours.  In alarmed concern, my friends husband says, “Are you girls ok? Have you even moved or … eaten anything?”  Suddenly, time stood still! 

Like a phoenix rising, my chica’s eyes opened!!! 

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I think her refrigerator felt violated, after we heard the word “Eaten”.  It never looked at me the same after that, always making me pull a bit harder just to open the silly door. 

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And by the way… not one bit of that food bothered me that night, and I slept like baby. 

I will leave you with this lesson… reading is fundamental! 

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When they tell you on the package to eat ¼ of the brownie… If you are looking down the barrel of a brownie from your high school memory, you might want to consider it 1/8^th of said goodie… Just sayin…