Cannabis-Infused 3 A.M. Gas Station Nachos (Now With Galactic Consequences)

Cannabis-Infused 3 A.M. Gas Station Nachos (Now With Galactic Consequences)  

(the trash plate that finally achieved singularity)

CANNABIS INFUSION: 9 mg THC CANOLA OIL – exact method, no mercy  

1 liter (4¼ cups) cheap canola oil  

3.8 g finely ground decarboxylated 18–20% THC flower (≈240 mg usable THC total batch)

Decarboxylation  

- oven exactly 240 °F  

- 3.8 g ground flower spread thin on parchment  

- 40 minutes exactly → cool completely

Infusion (water-bath, locked and loaded)  

1. Fill pot with water, bring to low simmer  

2. Pour entire 1 L canola oil into a large mason jar, place jar in water bath  

3. Heat until fully liquid  

4. Add cooled decarbed weed, lid loose  

5. Maintain water temperature 185–195 °F for exactly 3 hours, gentle swirl every 30 minutes  

6. Remove jar, rest 10 min  

7. Double-strain while hot: first through 4 layers damp cheesecloth (twist gently), then through coffee filter  

8. Cool to room temp → crystal-clear with a faint emerald glow  

Yield ≈950 ml → every level tablespoon (15 ml) = exactly 9 mg THC

NACHO INGREDIENTS (one unholy tray)  

1 family-size bag thick yellow tortilla chips  

1½ cups canned chili (hormel or whatever your ancestors are ashamed of)  

1½ cups squirt cheese (pump bottle, the kind banned in three states)  

½ cup pickled jalapeño slices  

¼ cup diced white onion  

2 tbsp sliced black olives  

1 fried egg, runny yolk non-negotiable  

1 level tbsp (9 mg) THC canola oil drizzled like judgment day  

extra squirt cheese for the final crucifixion

INSTRUCTIONS  

1. Spread chips on an oven-safe tray like you’re performing an exorcism.  

2. Heat chili until it bubbles with shame, dump over chips.  

3. Squirt cheese in radioactive spirals.  

4. Scatter jalapeños, onion, olives. Drizzle the 9 mg THC oil and watch it vanish into the abyss.  

5. Broil 90 seconds until edges blacken and the plate threatens to ascend.  

6. Crown with fried egg. Final squirt-cheese cross on the yolk because we’re already damned.  

7. Hand it to the friend who said “I’m good after two beers.” Watch them take one bite, stare at the ceiling like it owes them money, and whisper “…the chips just started a union.”

PRO TIPS  

- That THC oil lives forever in the dark like a cursed relic.  

- Lighter dose? Go touch grass (the real kind).  

- If the fluorescent lights start singing in four-part harmony and the egg yolk tells you the meaning of life, congratulations; you just achieved gas-station enlightenment.

Equal parts chili, squirt cheese, self-loathing, and the sudden urge to Venmo your dealer at 3:33 a.m.

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