Please Enjoy This 50-Year-Old Movie about Weed Brownies
'I Love You, Alice B. Toklas' is basically a love letter to pot brownies.
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I’m sure you know this already, but in case you don’t, there’s a whole goddamn movie out there about Alice B. Toklas’ 1954 recipe for "haschich fudge," which has, over the steady course of 64 years, become synonymous with weed brownies. I’d like for you to watch it. Please and thank you.
Alice B. Toklas’ mysteriously chocolate-free recipe for what is nominally fudge is comprised of black peppercorns, nutmeg, cinnamon sticks, coriander, stone dates, dried figs, shelled almonds, peanuts—basically, anything but chocolate. This recipe is revered, the stuff of stoner cooking lore. For some reason, the 1968 movie I Love You, Alice B. Toklas!, which is basically a love letter to Toklas' influence on cannabis cooking, isn't held in similarly high esteem. Ridiculous. "[A] very derivative comedy," chirped Vincent Canby in The New York Times. Nonsense!
The movie concerns a stuffy, joyless lawyer, played by the great Peter Sellers (fresh off doing brownface in Blake Edwards’ The Party), who falls for a disarming hippie (Leigh Taylor-Young) and has a total shift in mindset after eating Toklas’ weed brownies. It’s a fine food movie, dated stylistic warts and all (that sitar-heavy soundtrack, for example)! Move the hell over, Tampopo. See you later, Babette’s Feast.
Or just make some weed brownies with some boxed Pillsbury mix. I mean, it's easy as shit; please watch this video I love, with the hilariously deranged song ("I love you, Alice B. Toklas / So does Gertrude Stein"; my, what lyrics!) playing in the background as Taylor-Young's character transforms store-bought powder into "the food of paradise":
And then watch as people ingest these babies and merrily lose their minds.
Hell, throw a damn party. Live a little! Take a slide into a state of utter delirium like these folks.(Please don't feed these brownies to people expecting some normal-ass batch of brownies. You are an asshole if you do this.)
Looks fun, right? Invite your friends. Make them wear fucking neck braces for all I care. Go nuts.
If this isn’t enough to entice you to make these brownies yourself and dish out the few bucks to watch this movie, well, I don’t know what to tell you. They’re groovy brownies, Jan.