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Where the heck have I been?
I was having lunch with my friend Lilibeth this past week at a recently opened restaurant touting healthy food called bellagreen American Bistro. I’ve been wanting to try it since it opened. My family and I like trying new places to eat, but when my son got wind of the word “healthy,” heaven and hell wasn’t going to move Ryan to eat at this place.
Lucky me, my friend Lilibeth also likes to try new restaurants.
bellagreen’s is a fast, casual joint with friendly staff that greet you when you enter. You order at the counter, get your own drinks (may I recommend a refreshing Arnold Palmer made with their delicious sparkling lemonade?) and then they bring the food out to your table from their scratch kitchen.
Okay, I know that “scratch” is kind of a trendy term in the restaurant industry right now. I’m not sure exactly what that means. I prefer to think that they make everything from recipes in house, rather than ship in food product already made that just needs to be warmed through before serving. But I’m probably wrong. Anyway, when I think of “scratch,” I also think of “itch.” I don’t like to think about itching, especially when it comes to eating. Besides, I itch enough without having to be reminded. Just saying…
My initial impression of bellagreen was that it felt and looked new and clean and healthy and modern and upscale. A wall of live plants separated seating sections from the entrance area. A modern art design using about a million corks was on the entrance wall and another art piece (metal circles filled with varying types of green moss) was on a back wall.
Whether the moss was living or dead, I have no idea. As long as I don’t ever have to sit next to something that could accidentally fall on me and make me think I’m being attacked by a creepy crawly, life is fucking amazing in my world. Okay, maybe I overthought the moss sculpture a little; but that’s how I’ve managed to survive in one piece through the years, so deal with it. Also, I didn’t have to sit next to it.
The place was busy at 1:00 PM on a week day. That’s always a good sign. Looking at the dishes that people were eating, the food looked amazing. The portions I saw, especially the salads, were also impressive. With the important initial boxes checked on sussing out a new eatery, Lilibeth and I proceeded to phase two: looking over the menu.
The menu had a wide variety of choices (a bit on the pricey side for lunch, imho); but then something else grabbed both Lilibeth’s and my attention. We were somewhat amused by an unexpected ingredient in at least two, maybe three menu selections: hemp.
Yep, hemp brownies and, also, poppy seed and hemp dressing were on the menu. I’m pretty sure there was something else that had hemp in it, but…I’ve already forgotten. Whatever.
Lilibeth ordered turkey lettuce wraps, which sounded just a little too healthy for my taste. I went for a tri-tip sandwich with arugula that was covered in melted brie and slathered with horseradish. Now that’s my idea of lunch! And while Lilibeth didn’t care much for the turkey in her lettuce wraps, my sandwich was yummy! We also both had sides of fruit that were supposed to be drizzled with poppy seed hemp dressing; because at least one of us wanted to live on “the wild side!” WooHoo!
Yea, we’re “wild,” I tell ya. At least we thought there was hemp dressing on our fruit. Lilibeth said she could taste it. “It has a distinctive flavor,” were her words.
My fruit, unfortunately or fortunately (since I have no idea what hemp tastes like), tasted like…well…fruit. Without dressing. So I may have been cheated out of dressing altogether. Either way, I think we both got a psychological “buzz” from eating at such a trendy place, dah-ling!
Not that either of us got stoned. Don’t think that for one minute — because at least one of us knew the difference between a psychological buzz and what it actually feels like to be stoned, even if that was several decades ago. All I’m saying is that neither of us were laughing hard enough to indicate that either of us had enjoyed the “good stuff.” No red eyes for these gals. Or the munchies.
Of course, Lilibeth informed me that this was a new trend in restaurants, which immediately gave us something to discuss. Lilibeth sees marijuana as the future of our country — not just from a medical standpoint, but from a recreational standpoint as well. And let us not dismiss the culinary aspects of hemp/cannabis/marijuana either. Anyway, Lilibeth’s thinking about investing in this new industry. If she does, she’ll probably make a fortune.
I suppose, I should be onboard with all of this as well. I’m hesitant, though. I keep seeing what Bedford Falls in It’s a Wonderful Life was like without George Bailey’s influence. It was a much grittier, angrier, uglier, morally corrupt place called Pottersville. Nothing innocent or unspoiled there.
All I’m saying is — Thank God for George Bailey and his good influence!
Listen, I’m all for live and let live; but still, there’s a little part of me that doesn’t want life to be all about greed and escaping from reality through mind-altering chemicals or vices. I know I tend to stay out of politics, but that doesn’t mean I don’t worry about the world and our place in it. Also, trust me, I’m hardly the moral police (can you even imagine me in that role? heeheehee)…but damn, y’all. Why aren’t we doing better? Why are we determined to make our lives grittier, angrier, uglier, less satisfying, and just all around…less?
Okay. I know. It’s your right to live how you see fit. I’m not going to judge. Everyone has their reasons why they do what they do. Y’all do whatever. I’m just sad that some people want a Pottersville version of life for themselves. That’s all. And no, I doubt that cannabis is going to lead to the downfall of this country. However, I probably won’t partake of the gonja (marijuana), even if it’s legalized nationwide. I have my reasons.
As to hemp, CBD oil and the rest of the five-leafed cannabis stuffs— I guess I find an awful lot of it “trendy” (because it is now just barely legally in some places, I suppose); and this surge to embrace it and invest in it is all well and good, I guess; but I dunno. Lilibeth talked about hemp restaurants as though they were the next big thing, “Doesn’t everyone know about hemp restaurants?”
“Nope. Never heard of them,” was my response. Well, apparently, we were eating at a “hemp restaurant.” I actually Googled the words while we were eating and bellagreen showed up as one of many nearby “hemp restaurants” near me. Who knew?
And what exactly makes it a “hemp restaurant?” Because they wave the dried stalk of this type of cannabis over food, maybe crumble a few dried bits into some of their dressing or bake it into their brownies for the “potential” health benefits it might provide? I think it’s going to take a little more than that to get it Cheech & Chong approved because, you know, there’s no “high” in what they serve.
Puh-leeze, y’all. Seriously? They’re not doing this for the health benefits of anyone. Who truly believes that? They’re doing this because it’s “trendy,” and they’re hoping to make a shitload of money from those who want to be seen being trendy. (Okay, maybe a few places really do believe that’s what they’re selling. I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, but I reserve the right to roll my eyes, anyway!)
This is not to say that I don’t get that there are medical benefits of marijuana. I do. I remember talking to a friend who was a nurse and found herself in a moral dilemma (a million years ago.) She was torn about getting her husband pot because he had major pain and there wasn’t anything else that was able to relieve his pain except smoking pot. At the time, you couldn’t get medical marijuana anywhere except maybe California. Then again, this was so long ago that probably not even California. However, like I said, my friend was a nurse and nurses live by an ethical code of conduct. She had no idea what to do. If she got caught buying her husband a bag of weed, she could lose her license. I told her, “Listen, if it were me and that’s the only relief my husband could get, I’d be finding a dealer. But that’s just me. And if you do this, be discreet; don’t get caught. And don’t tell anyone you’re doing this. Not even me.” Anyway, I have no idea what she eventually did. We never discussed it again.
Likewise, I get that there are a bunch of people who also get relief from using CBD oil. Again, you do what ya gotta do, but also know that if you get caught doing something ILLEGAL (and I don’t think CBD oil is legal everywhere), based upon where you live, there are consequences, my friend. There may even be long-term consequences that you’ve never thought about and won’t know to think about until it’s too late.
I remember speaking to someone who was upset because he was honest on a job application about having smoked pot as a teenager. Because of his indiscretion, he was turned down from getting the government job he wanted. He tried for another government job, and this time, he didn’t mention his prior, youthful pot-smoking past. Apparently, it didn’t matter. He was already flagged on their computer data base. He couldn’t get a job at any government agency. So who knew that government agencies shared this kind of information with each other? And if you didn’t know this before, now you do. You’re welcome.
But then there are a bunch of people who are only going to embrace the use of cannabis and cannabis by-products strictly based on its “cool factor,” while vehemently denying that’s why they’re into it. I get that they want to be seen as “cool” or “hip” or “trendy;” but let me tell you, that kind of pretentious bullshit tends to annoy the shit out of me. Know why? Cuz I don’t care if you’re cool or a complete nerd or something in between. I don’t like you because of what other people perceive you to be or whether you smoke pot or don’t smoke pot. So just chill and be yourself. You don’t have anything to prove to me or anyone else. And what you do or don’t do is usually no one else’s business, BTW!
Also, I learned a long time ago that I’m neither a follower nor a leader. I do my thing while respecting that you do yours.
That means, don’t expect me to do what you’re doing just because it’s what everybody else is currently doing — unless, of course, I truly enjoy doing whatever “it” is. The words, “everybody’s doing it” doesn’t impress me nor will it move me. I’m not a “jump on the bandwagon” kind of person. I’ll just look at you and think bad thoughts if you use that line of persuasion with me — which I may or may not voice.
Anyway, like it or not, cannabis is trendy and there’s a bunch of people that are getting into cannabis just for that fact alone which equates to — MONEY, y’all! According to one source, here are just a few cannabis-based products that you can now buy:
skin and beauty treatments,
and dog treats
Dog biscuits? Can you fucking believe that?!
But I guess if cats get to enjoy catnip, then why keep the dogs from enjoying a little something similar? Sorry, Buddy, but you’re not getting them. Yeah, I know…I’m a mean dog mom.
Anyway, just because I’m a little annoyed at trendy shit, doesn’t mean that I’m opposed to trying new things. Clearly, I’m open to trying new restaurants. Also, just because I don’t always go with the flow, doesn’t mean that I can’t do this on occasion when someone I care about wants to do something that I’m not all that into. I’m not a social pariah or blind to others’ wants. I’m not immune to checking out new trends here and again to see if it’s something I can appreciate.
But I also want people to realize the “why” of what they’re doing. The “why” actually matters, y’all. It’s good for people to know this and then own it. Including me. That’s all. And for some, “I’m doing this because everyone else is doing it and I want to be part of that,” is at the very least, honest, and it’s as good a reason why as any other, I suppose. Just don’t pretend that it’s for some other bullshit reason and then expect me to believe you.
BTW, just so y’all know — I’m not writing this about Lilibeth just because she said she might invest in this industry. It just occurred to me as I was reading back over this post that since Lilibeth and I had lunch and then I went into all of this, that some might think I’m writing specifically about her. I’m not. So rest easy, Lilibeth, my friend!
I’m generalizing about this topic because I’m watching this cannabis trend emerge; and many in our society respond to trends by just going along with them so they can feel like they’re fitting in without realizing that what they’re doing might have consequences. Sometimes people do shit and they don’t realize that what they’re doing could end up hurting them…or someone else. So, I’m generalizing about this topic without pointing fingers at anyone, y’all. I could just as easily be talking about vitamin supplements or exercise trends or diets.
In this case, the idea that cannabis is “harmless” or always “healthful” is as dangerous as thinking that vaping is better for you than smoking cigarettes. Because we can debate the degrees of “better than” all day long; but ultimately, when someone suffers because they thought they couldn’t get hurt when they were blindly following a trend or because some ad suggested that there were no studies that linked their product to “problems/ diseases/ syndromes,” I always think, “what a fucking waste,” when someone, inevitably, pays a high cost.
I hate that assholes are out there getting rich on someone else’s suffering because of ignorance and stupidity and because there was a lack of evidence linking their product or substance to the detriment of peoples’ health. I hate when someone’s quality of life is destroyed because they didn’t know better and they blindly trusted something that turned out not to be true.
I think we can now look back and realize that just because a doctor offered opioids to those who were in physical pain in the not-too-recent past, doesn’t mean that it was always the safest thing to do or the right thing to do for everyone or that it didn’t have horrible consequences for far too many to count. And yet, for some people like one friend of mine, opioids are a godsend in managing her pain. There just isn’t a one-size-fits-all to this stuff.
News reports are also now coming out suggesting that vaping has destroyed quality of life, as well. While I’m not 100 percent positive, I’m pretty sure (fingers crossed) there is now evidence to support these claims. I’m hoping that with more information coming out about the real-life effects of vaping, that people will become better informed about the hazards.
Again, one person can smoke cigarettes for sixty plus years and not be unduly impacted by them. Others, too many others like my mom, however, die from COPD or lung cancer caused from smoking cigarettes or from using other tobacco products. Even after Mom stopped smoking, the damage was already done. COPD progressed and slowly took away the quality of her life and then…her life.
So all I’m saying is that if you’re one of those people who feel the need to experience getting stoned or feel the urge to use hemp/cannabis/marijuana products for fear of missing out, then just consider what you’re doing and why you’re doing it. BTW, smoking weed is still illegal in Texas, where I live.
DUE DILIGENCE, Y’ALL! IF YOU CHOOSE TO DO THIS, THEN DO YOUR OWN DAMNED RESEARCH AND LIVE BY YOUR DECISIONS!
Don’t blame others for your choices! Because if you do, everyone (including me) is going to laugh at you for being a stupid jackass. So if you do something stupid, then take ownership, and we’re all good. I’ll still love ya. Just try not to make any negative life-altering decisions if you can. Cuz, again, I love ya and yea, I’m a little concerned for you. I’m not trying to tell you how to live your life, exactly. But live and learn, y’all.
So in summary — Don’t do anything that’s stupid, illegal or is going to come back and bite your ass in the future if you can help it! Keep in mind that you may fail a drug test, too, if you use a cannabis-based product! But whether you do shit or don’t, quit talking about it already. It doesn’t make you look cool or edgy nor does it make you cool or edgy.
AND ABSOLUTELY DO NOT DRIVE WHILE INTOXICATED, INFLUENCED, INTEXTICATED, BUZZED OR STONED! WHAT YOU DO DOESN’T JUST IMPACT YOU — SO DON’T BE THE SELFISH ASSHOLE THAT DOESN’T THINK THAT ANYTHING BAD WILL OR COULD HAPPEN TO YOU! YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE, YOU ARE JUST NOT THAT SPECIAL (NO MATTER WHAT YOUR MOTHER, TEACHER, COACH, BEST FRIEND, ETC. TOLD YOU) AND ACCIDENTS ARE NEVER INTENDED. SO IF YOU DO STUPID SHIT AND THEN GET BEHIND THE WHEEL OF A VEHICLE, THEN YOU’RE JUST ASKING FOR BAD THINGS TO HAPPEN — AND THAT AIN’T NO ACCIDENT, MY FRIEND! THAT’S JUST YOU BEING FUCKING STUPID AND LIVING IN STRAIGHT UP DENIAL. PLAIN AND SIMPLE. SO JUST DON’T BE THAT PERSON! OKAY? IT’S NOT THAT DIFFICULT.
Otherwise, you get a well-deserved Jethro Gibb’s head slap for being an idiot! And, hopefully, you won’t have just fucked up yours or someone else’s life.
Also, one other thing: just know that “having the munchies” really is a thing. Munchies cause you to eat bad shit and gain weight. So if you decide to go that route, I’ll pretend not to notice as long as you don’t pressure me to “just give it a chance” and join you on your new-found adventures.
Now then, I believe my work here is done and there’s a brownie out there that’s calling my name. Mmm…brownies!
She made me brownies, y’all, to cheer me up when I was feeling blue! And no, she didn’t put anything extra into them except love! I love you, Patricia, you kind woman, you!
Here’s my music selection for your listening pleasure: (watch Matthew McConaughey below while listening to the song for extra entertainment!)
Y’all have a safe and fun Labor Day Weekend! And if you get caught doing shit, don’t call me to bail your sorry ass out of jail! I don’t have the money. But I’ll be thinking about you and figuring out how to work your misfortune into fodder for a new blog somewhere down the road! #sorrynotsorry.
PS ~ Kim at I Tripped Over a Stone, made me realize that I forgot to add something important to this post. So what is the difference between Marijuana, CBD and Hemp? Excellent question. You can find that answer here. So now you know. Thanks so much for your thoughts and input, Kim!