Our sister paper in Denver employs a pot critic who discusses taste characteristics of various smokes much like a wine snob does with grapes. Seems to me it's getting time to consider pot and food pairings too. So I invited numerous guests to go out to sea with me on a large boat, past any legal boundaries, so we could enjoy ourselves in cahoots with the law. And we also had the pot dealer come out to sea with his samples. I should note that Mr. Dealer is an extremely humble, ego-less man. When I offered to print his name as a boon to his business, he pleaded with me -- begged, really -- to keep his name "as far from the spotlight as possible", as he put it. Then he issued a vague threat and took off in his own speedboat. But not before he left us with really good weed.
Our dinner worked this way: We'd smoke a joint of a specific pot, then I'd go downstairs into the boat's ridiculously well-stocked galley and prepare a food that I thought might match up well with the taste and high.
Pot: Sour Diesel, which touts a pungent citrus flavor.
Food: I thought the tangy lemon notes of the weed would be well-contrasted by bacon-wrapped dates brushed lightly with a brown sugar glaze. It was a big hit -- the guests ate 'em up in seconds.
Pot: Jamaican mountain herb, with dense, earthy taste and grassy notes.
Food: It seemed that something from the sea would play well against the
earth element -- something like seared diver scallops wrapped in
apricot bark and glazed with Thai chili sauce. Ideal yin to the herb's
yang. But then at the last second I changed my mind and prepared banana
chunks smeared with Nutella instead. Some of the guests appeared less
than impressed, although I would characterize the general giggling in
the room as positive.
Pot: Train Wreck, which yields a creamy, fruity, almost menthol flavor.
Food: First I'm thinking mini-quiche studded with lump crab meat and
chives. Then I change my mind and decide that a smoked salmon roulade,
rolled in crepes with creme fraiche and chives, would pair quite
nicely. Then I figure that the heavy high would best be contrasted with
simple tastes unencumbered by complications: Vanilla Haagen-Daz. Except
it took me awhile to figure this match-up out, during which time I had
eaten pretty much the whole pint of ice cream. So I went instead with
more banana chunks smeared with Nutella, but this time also rolled in
colored sprinkles, a large canister of which I'd accidentally spilled
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all over the place. Everyone was pretty much ignoring me and my banana
chunks by this point.