This week, host Leah G reviews LKF Egg Roll, a hybrid cannabis strain with 19.2% THC, purchased from Minnesota Canna in Edina. She shares her experience with its unique sweet and sour sauce aroma and creative, low-stakes effects, including a hilarious mishap involving a ground beef and apple pie tater tot hotdish.

Key Highlights:

• Leah G reviews LKF Egg Roll, a hybrid cannabis strain with 19.2% THC from Minnesota Canna.

• The LKF Egg Roll strain boasts a bizarre yet captivating aroma reminiscent of sweet and sour sauce with earthy undertones.

• Experience the strain's true hybrid effects, perfect for low-stakes creative activities like crocheting or contemplating dust.

• Leah recounts a hilarious cooking disaster, accidentally making a ground beef and apple pie tater tot hotdish while under the strain's influence.

Topics: LKF Egg Roll, hybrid strain, Minnesota Canna, Edina, THC 19.2%, cannabis review, podcast, Leah G, tater tot hotdish, cooking mishap, creative effects, MN Cannabis Hub, Minneapolis

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TRANSCRIPT

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What is UP, my highly recommended people, and welcome back to the podcast. It’s your host, Leah G, coming to you live from my slightly-too-warm apartment in Minneapolis. My cat, Bartholomew, has been on a real tear this week. He learned how to open the cupboard where I keep the rice, and for three days straight, I’d just randomly find single grains of rice in my shoes. In my bed. One was in my hair. I have no idea what his endgame is, but honestly? I respect the commitment to chaos. It’s a lifestyle.

Anyway, that’s the kind of week it’s been. The kind of week where you just need something to… smooth out the edges, you know? Which brings us to this week’s main event. I ventured out into the world, mask on, ready for an adventure, and I found something that just called to me from the dispensary menu. It’s a name that’s so weird, so specific, I had to have it.

This week, we are talking about a hybrid strain called LKF Egg Roll. Yes. Egg. Roll. I got it over at Minnesota Canna, which is technically in Edina, but it’s, like, right there. Close enough for our purposes. So, Egg Roll is a hybrid, and it’s got a THC percentage of 19.2%. So, respectable. Not gonna send you to another dimension against your will, but definitely gets the job done.

Now, the smell. This is where it gets wild. You’d think, "Egg Roll," okay, it’s gonna be savory, maybe like… cabbage? No. Not at all. It smells like sweet and sour sauce. Like, that weirdly specific, bright orange sauce you get in the little plastic packets. There’s this sharp, citrusy, almost tangy thing happening, but underneath it, there’s this earthy, kinda doughy smell. It’s bizarre and I am absolutely obsessed with it. The taste is less "egg roll" and more just… pleasantly sweet and a little bit peppery on the exhale.

The effects are a true hybrid. It hits you right behind the eyes at first, this little wave of "hello, I am now stoned," and everything feels a little brighter, a little funnier. But it doesn’t get racy. It just kinda… settles. It’s the perfect strain for doing something creative that doesn’t require, you know, intense focus. I spent three hours last night trying to teach myself how to crochet a tiny hat for Bartholomew. I have not successfully crocheted a tiny hat for Bartholomew. What I have is a weird, lumpy circle of yarn and a very happy memory of watching a single dust bunny float through a sunbeam for ten minutes. So, yeah. Pairs well with low-stakes crafting and contemplating dust. Go find LKF Egg Roll at Minnesota Canna. Tell them Leah G sent you. They won’t know who that is.

This brings me to a story from Tuesday. So, I’d just enjoyed a little bit of said Egg Roll, and I decided it was the perfect time to make my grandma’s famous hotdish. Tater tot hotdish. A Minnesota classic. It’s not complicated. It’s ground beef, cream of mushroom soup, some veggies, cheese, tater tots on top. A culinary masterpiece. I’ve made it a hundred times.

So I’m vibing, I’ve got my music on, I’m browning the beef. I reach into the pantry for the cream of mushroom. Grab a can. Plop it in. Stir it all up, put it in the dish, layer the tater tots on top like a beautiful, starchy mosaic. Into the oven it goes. I’m feeling like a domestic goddess.

Forty-five minutes later, the timer goes off. The tots are golden brown. My apartment smells… weird. Not bad, just… sweet. Really sweet. I’m thinking, man, this Egg Roll strain is really messing with my senses. I pull out the hotdish, and it’s bubbling, it looks perfect. I scoop a big portion onto my plate, take a huge bite, and… it’s apple pie.

I had grabbed a can of apple pie filling instead of cream of mushroom soup. I made a ground beef and apple pie tater tot hotdish. And the worst part? The absolute worst part is that for a solid ten seconds, my stoned brain was like, "You know… it’s not… terrible?" The sweet and the savory… maybe I’m a genius? I took a second bite just to be sure. It was, in fact, terrible. It was an abomination. Bartholomew wouldn’t even look at it. So I ordered a pizza. And I learned a valuable lesson about organizing my pantry. Or maybe the lesson is that I shouldn't be allowed to cook unsupervised. Jury’s still out.

Okay, I need to get something off my chest. We, as a society, need to stop saying "no worries." It’s a lie. It’s a fundamental lie. Someone bumps into you and goes "Oh, sorry!" and you say "no worries." Worries? Of course not, why would I be *worried*? Annoyed? Maybe. Mildly inconvenienced for a fraction of a second? Sure. But worried? Were you concerned I was going to crumble into a pile of dust because you grazed my elbow?

It’s the same energy as "no problem." Oh, you thought it might be a *problem*? You thought holding the door for two extra seconds was going to derail my entire day? It’s this weird, passive-aggressive, low-key dismissive phrase. What happened to a good, old-fashioned "you’re welcome" or "it’s all good"? "No worries" implies a baseline level of anxiety that I just do not have about 99% of daily human interactions. Stop telling me not to worry about things I was never, ever going to worry about. It’s linguistic clutter. It’s filler. Let’s bring back sincerity. Or at least, like, a simple "you’re good." Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

Alright, that’s all the time I’ve got for you this week, my friends. I need to go figure out if I can salvage that casserole dish or if I have to burn it in a ritual sacrifice. Next week, I’m going to review something that smells like it came from another dimension, a place where flowers are made of gasoline and fruit. It’s gonna be a trip. In the meantime, for the real, actual, grown-up news about the cannabis scene here in Minnesota, you should be checking out the MN Cannabis Hub. They’re the pros. I’m just a chaos agent with a microphone. Be good to each other, stay hydrated, and give your pets a little smooch for me. Bye!

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