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Making the butter as we speak need help
I got 10 grams of bud simmering on the tove right now.
OK so what does burning butter look like? I want the process to go smoothly my stove is a POS from the 80's works though. I got a dial with number up to ten. The definition of simmering is just under a rolling boil. But just to be sure could someone describe butter buring on the surface of watere, I'm so noob I havent done much cooking. I can swear im getting high standing over it stirring though
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Theres 4.6 ounces of butter in there and 10 grams of bud. been on bout 1 hr lost half the water level. turning dark.
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Bah ya bastards! I did it on me own just fine
![]() Well now I've got myself a treat in the morning anyways.
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Lol, have fun!!!!!!!
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Thanx pez, it turned out pretty good considering it was mexi brick lol.
It's got a weird mood-altering effect to it, its a nice feeling though!
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