Don't be silly. You save the peels, bake 'em, and smoke 'em.
(My brother and his wife tried this, circa 1967. It didn't work. Also, our Aunt walked in on them, and they had to come up with a quick story about banana muffins.)
Ironically, it's not like there's any shortage of marry-jee-wanna here. You can find it growing alongside any road.
One year, a ginormous plant turned up in Mom's garden. We kept trying to tell her what it was (some of us less emphatically than others, since I'm sure more than one of my siblings was thinking, Hey, free pot!), but she would have none of it. Apparently she believed it was some sort of flowering native corn, or a Triffid. And how could any of her children possibly know what the wacky weed looked like anyway? Finally my brother, Pete the Cop, explained that it was in fact a fine, six-foot example of the Scourge of Youth, and she should probably remove it before one of the neighbors turned her in.
As I recall, it required a neighbor with a handsaw to cut through the trunk.
It had a TRUNK? My gosh, it was the motherplant! Eden was in her back yard and it got chopped down! *weeps for our disdain of culture and history*
Back when I office managed for McPherson Furnace and Equipment (or as we called it, MoFo's Heeters and Shit), our Purchasing Agent had quite a specimen growing behind his chimney. One leaf got SOOOOO big and was SOOOO perfect he pressed it and sandwiched it between two sheets of glass to make a coffee table top. All he had to do was artfully stack magazines over it if prissy types came to visit.
Man, the 1970's were good times. Unless you're Sam Tyler.
Knowing her as I do now, I think that she knew perfectly well what it was, and just liked the idea of having it in her yard. She could be cagey that way.
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(My brother and his wife tried this, circa 1967. It didn't work. Also, our Aunt walked in on them, and they had to come up with a quick story about banana muffins.)
Quite Rightly!
Not that I would know. But I heard it. Somewhere. *cough*
(Will admit I tried a naner-ciggie once. Bleh!)
electrical banana
One year, a ginormous plant turned up in Mom's garden. We kept trying to tell her what it was (some of us less emphatically than others, since I'm sure more than one of my siblings was thinking, Hey, free pot!), but she would have none of it. Apparently she believed it was some sort of flowering native corn, or a Triffid. And how could any of her children possibly know what the wacky weed looked like anyway? Finally my brother, Pete the Cop, explained that it was in fact a fine, six-foot example of the Scourge of Youth, and she should probably remove it before one of the neighbors turned her in.
As I recall, it required a neighbor with a handsaw to cut through the trunk.
Is gonna be a sudden craze
Back when I office managed for McPherson Furnace and Equipment (or as we called it, MoFo's Heeters and Shit), our Purchasing Agent had quite a specimen growing behind his chimney. One leaf got SOOOOO big and was SOOOO perfect he pressed it and sandwiched it between two sheets of glass to make a coffee table top. All he had to do was artfully stack magazines over it if prissy types came to visit.
Man, the 1970's were good times. Unless you're Sam Tyler.
Re: Is gonna be a sudden craze
Knowing her as I do now, I think that she knew perfectly well what it was, and just liked the idea of having it in her yard. She could be cagey that way.