Cream Cheese Beer Pancakes with Strawberry Saison Syrup
I’m standing in the middle of a craft store talking quietly on my phone to an 87-year-old woman who wants to ship me weed.
I’m acutely aware of the fact that I’m actually embarrassed to tell her that I’ve never really been into weed. Not ever. Not even in high school, or when I ran around Hollywood with rock stars, it was just never my thing. I’ll just have a beer, thanks.
I don’t want to seem prude to a woman in her 80’s. I also don’t want to hurt her feelings, she’s sweet enough to offer me some of the stash she grows for her legal medicinal marijuana business.
I’d met her a few weeks prior at a beer conference. She’s smart and sweet and genuinely interesting and I gave her my card, telling her to stay in touch. She calls me to offer to ship me some weed and instead of being up front with her, I’m evasive.
I don’t want her to go to all that trouble for someone who doesn’t smoke. It’s like shipping Pliny to someone who only drinks Captain and Cokes. I’m trying to find a way to say no. I’m also starting to become aware of the side-eye I’m getting from the girl in the aisle next to me, not sure if she’s judging me for talking on a phone in a quiet store, or if it’s about the weed. I decided that since it’s Seattle, she really can’t be that uptight about a conversation about pot.
I finally come out with it, “I’m sorry, I just don’t smoke. It’s so nice of you to offer, it’s just not for me.”
There is a long pause and I’m sure that I’ve offended her. “but….” she sounds confused, “You always make pot smoker food on your blog. I just figured….never mind.”
She has a point. I mean, who eats beer pancakes in the middle of the day? It’s a logical assumption.