They say that your wedding day or the day your children are born are the best ones of your life. And, sure, they were great days... but if I’m going to be really honest, there were three days in the August of ’69 that go down in history as the best days of my life. Between the 15th and 18th August, 1969, I lost myself and found myself on a dairy farm in Bethel, New York. Woodstock—the festival that rocked the world and defined my generation—was pure, unadulterated fun, love, harmony... and marijuana. I’m not going to lie—I was high pretty much the whole time. As I imagine most of the other half million people there were, too. We smoked, we danced, we laughed, we hugged... we . Over the years, I slowly transformed from that young, carefree hippie with flowers in her hair to a respectable teacher, to a PTA mom, to an empty nester, to who I am today: a silver-haired senior who has recently rediscovered her penchant for pot. So, in the spirit of sharing, caring, and being daring, I have had a blast putting together this book, filled with my favorite cannabis-laced recipes from Hendrix Hash Brownies to a Muddy Milkshake that I hope will get you nicely buzzed. I’ve been reminiscing as I stir, chop, bake, and simmer, reliving my far-out, groovy, wonderful Woodstock days. I even tie-dyed my apron. Peace.