Caught Making Brownies

Three years of unsuspecting parents has come to an abrupt, unexpected and sudden end.
\nFour friends including me, were caught simmering cannabis on the stove in a large pan with canola oil. 
 
Intrigued by marijuana and it's effects, I decided to achieve my first high three years ago with a few trusted friends surrounded by a forest looking out to the ocean. A special, delicate and vivid memory which I'm sure will stay with me forever. The look of shock (in joy) on my face when the high started to come on will be one my mates never forget. 
\nAfter a few years of occasional (twice a month-ish) use, I thought it'd be a good idea to start exploring the world of edibles. I have this friend from my old school who had just moved into a new house, and for some reason, he had the whole downstairs level to himself. A kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, garage, laundry and rumpus room was almost hidden from the two upper levels with an inconspicuous door near the back of the house. It was supposedly "perfect". My friend wooed us into a false sense of security in the weeks leading up to the cooking. "They won't come downstairs", "They'll be asleep", "They won't even suspect it", were all slogans thrown around by my mate who lived in the house. Idiotically, I went with it. I saw no problem in the "operation" and I was convinced it would work. What kind of parents come downstairs at 1 am in the morning to "check" on their kid and friends at an unassuming sleepover?
\nI have been kicking myself for the last 24 hours. I'm so careful with anything pot-related - which I guess explains why my parents had no idea I smoke weed for three years. Anyway, it's 12:45 AM and my friend goes upstairs to check if his parents are asleep, a few minutes later, he comes downstairs with some munchies and gives the go ahead. 9 grams of pretty dank weed, worth about $120, was ground by me and as soon as I scraped it off the plate into the oil, I knew there was no going back. The simmering continued and the banter in the room was great. We took turns stirring, marveling at the awesome smell the concoction was producing. 
\n30 minutes in to the process, the creaky stairs produce sounds, echoing throughout the glass-tiled walls into the kitchen. We all freeze. A look of horror and shock slowly infests our faces. We are done. His mum opens the door with a grin, "Hi how is everything?!". Her smile was comforting as we had the slight possibility of her not even realizing in the back of our minds. Our shock led to us not being able to even speak. She sniffed a bit, smelt around, and 20 seconds later says forcefully, with her eyes wide open, "I smell dope, are you boys cooking dope". Our hearts simultaneously sank. I suddenly realized how much of an idiot I was for being enthusiastic enough about edibles to literally cook them at a friends place with parents home.
\nConversation ensued - I must admit she was very nice about it. The main thing she conveyed was the fact that she loved us and she didn't want anything bad to happen to us. (The four friends' families are pretty close). She wasn't comfortable with drugs being cooked in her house and did understand that we are young adults and we were going to be exposed to this sort of thing. She was calm, frustrated but not angry and I do commend her for how she handled the situation. Two options were given, either we chuck the canna oil out (wasting 120$ worth of weed I bought) and she doesn't tell our parents. Or, we finish making the brownies and she does tell our parents. I found it a pretty hard decision to be honest. My parents might have been okay with it, but at the same time, my immaturity saw 120$ worth of pot as the end of the world (to lose). By the end of the conversation, my mate's mum was in a really large predicament and basically implied that whatever we do (make the brownies or chuck out the oil) in the early hours of that fateful morning, she would tell our parents. She also said the reason she came down was because the whole house smelt like a "growery". (I should've known the smell probably effects the whole street.)
\nWe continued in the hope that i could quickly sell the brownies to friends so that I could keep the money I would've lost had we thrown the mixture out. 
The next day, before I got the chance to sell, I got a call from my dad saying, "Take them home, we are destroying them." I obeyed, went home later that day, and copped it. I wasn't going to lie about my cannabis use as it is something I wish I didn't have to be all secretive about. We didn't even discuss the plant itself, the conversation was totally fixated on the legalities behind cannabis. ((Anything illegal to them no matter how harmful is just an immediate no. They are also believers of the whole cannabis induced psychosis thing, people getting schizophrenia and depression, bad reactions to cannabis (freaking out and being scarred for life) even though I'm a somewhat experienced user))(They aren't the parents you can sway the other way with stuff like this so I didn't argue and I agreed to not do it under their roof)
\nI really don't know what to do now. My parents aren't anal enough to drug test me and stuff but I'm sure that now they know I do it, they would pick up on the small signs hard to hide. I haven't quite decided if I'll stop and resume when I move out of home, or cut down on use and engineer my highs so that they are effectively untraceable. I also really don't want to completely go against my parents' values and expectations as they are good people and I wholly respect them. 
\nLet this be a lesson to all young people out there. DONT FUCKING COOK POT WITH PARENTS HOME. THINK TWICE ABOUT COOKING IT WHEN NO ONE IS HOME. DONT BUY EDIBLES FROM PEOPLE YOU DONT KNOW WELL. There is plenty of time in our lives to explore edibles for ourselves without worrying about getting caught. Don't chase that time, let it come to you. 
\nAlso, in the midst of our disappointment (for being caught), me and one other friend just had to try one (knowing we would probably have to throw them out). I had half of one and waited an hour or so, it kicked in in waves and was more similar to a smoked high than I thought. The high was a refreshing change from bong rips and joint hits, a different high, marred by the fact my unsuspecting parents would soon know I use cannabis. I really needed to have more though, I was being conservative by having half.
\nTL;DR
Simmered pot at friends house who we trusted, his mum came down, I ate half a brownie, got in a bit of shit the next day as friend's mum told my parents. Don't cook pot with parents home!!!
 

 

Yeah I don't know what came over me

It's a pretty funny story though. I hope silly kids reading this actually take something from it

 

 
hahah what makes you say that