Stewart said, shrugging. “I pop 20 of them and just feel OK, but some of my friends do two and feel high, I don’t know why. Stewart to Ms. Stewart said. “Snoop must have smoked 10 giant fat blunts, and I inhaled all that smoke. Stewart said. “I don’t think I’ve ever poured a drink for myself alone in my house. Stewart has to say about it now is that she regrets not taking a picture when she catered a poolside lunch for Mr.
“Have you tasted them yet?” Martha Stewart asked. She was standing in her kitchen in Bedford, N.Y., speaking over Zoom about her new line of CBD pâte de fruit, the pronunciation of which she sounded out as if speaking to a child.
“‘Pat,’ like, piece,” she said, “‘doo-free’ — of fruit.” It was around 10 in the morning, and no, I had not tried one.
Eyeing the assortment in front of me, I picked a saffron-colored piece the size of a sugar cube and bit it in half.
“Pop it in,” she said. “Don’t bite it. Pop it in.”
It tasted sweet, squishy and grainy, indistinguishable from those granulated...
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