Spoon Fudge

Spoon Fudge



There was a time when booze was on the back shelf and even beer drinking was subordinate to the smoking of the weed of love. In the Summer of 1967 my late and great pal Danny Gomez introduced me and Zeke to wheat straw rolled joints filled with good old Mexican dirt weed. It was truly memorable as we tentatively got stoned and listened to a new album released that week by our adored Beatles called Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band At first, the joints were enjoyed in my bedroom on Annetta and I had no idea the distinctive smell the grass had until it filled the room and filled me with paranoia. We opened the windows and headed over to the back house bedroom of another young fella named Dennis Eilertson who had the LP and the place where parents would not interfere. My first worry was that I would become addicted to the stuff and never be the same. Twenty-five years later I found that I had been high almost every night since those innocent hours in Eilertson's hide-a-way. It would not take long before my young friend Greg got wind of  the scene and wanted in. He did make it to graduation from Pi-High drug-free but quickly found pot to be very much to his likinig. Over those many years and thousands of reefers we had lots of laughs and faced many an adventure to acquire the precious "stuff." There was also another constant attached to these smoke outs and that would be late night munchies. I am going to list a few of the memoriable such sessions below.

Jenos Pizza Rolls-  Greg and I hit the pizza rolls way too hard on McNerney one night while stoned staring at TV. Neither of us ever ate one again. 

VandeKamp chocolate chip cookies- a never fail treat gobbled up greedily mostly at Veteran and Ohio. Purchased at Westward Ho Market at Ohio and Westwood.

Spoon fudge- this was an attempt by trencherman Kent Smith to make actual fudge but a possible slip in ingredients produced fudge that was more liquid than solid. Not wanting to waste a pan full the cousins just changed the name to Spoon fudge.

Toluca Mart groat clusters- magnificent old-fashioned donut bars purchased late night at the corner of Farifax and something.

Hot from the bubbling grease Winchells donuts gobbled past 1 am. We watched and waited for the keeper of donutes to fish them out of the oil at the franchise near Saturn street.

Nutmeats-  a habit so calorie rich and dangerous it created nicknames for Smitty and Myself Captain Nutmeats and Mister Shew

Frusen Gladje Ice Cream or Haagen Daz or Dove bars or Eskimo Pies or any old kind of cream with hershey syrup on top

thousand more....




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