Apples and Bannanas Strain: A Tropical Escape for Your Mind & Body

When I Inadvertently Fell in Love with Weed

For starters, I am no cannabis connoisseur. Until a couple of years back, I was all but clueless when it came to terpenes. Until Apples and Bananas came along—the strain that changed everything.

Imagine: My friend gave me a joint after we talked for weeks how “weed makes people lazy” (Spoiler: I was wrong.) A single tentative drag later, my work deadlines anxiety melted away. The next hour was filled with me scribbling absurd strips featuring my now super-powered feline. And the taste? Similar to taking a bite of a caramel apple at a county fair, and then washing it down with a banana milkshake.

Now? I grow this strain (which my mom takes pride in discussing at her book club — she calls it “my gardening hobby”) in the confines of my small apartment. So if you are new to cannabis, let us talk straight.

Apples and Bananas is the “Training Wheels” of Strains and Why

Weed that will make all your old college roommate’s sketchy basement weed look like bud. Here is how newbies prosper with it:

The Vibe: Like your brain is being wrapped in a comfy blanket and your body is dancing a jig.

THC: 20–25%–enough to make doing the laundry fun, not so much that you forget your @netflix password.

Taste: A cross between your granma cuisine(a home, not a shop) apple pie and a Hawaiian tropical smoothie

For Real: My Boy Dave, who panicked after half a CBD gummie, now runs Apples and Bananas game nights. It’s that forgiving.

Results: Retelling My First Experience

4:00 PM: First inhale

“Did I do it right? Why is my tongue tingling? Is my cat…winking at me?”

4:15 PM: That giggle mode though

I texted my ex to regret over the thing that I said in 2019. (He left me on read. Worth it.)

4:30 PM — Back to being a creative genious

Drew a mural on my closet door. I may be finger-painting like a toddler, but I am the next Frida Kahlo.

5:00 PM: Snackpocalypse

Devoured a bag o hot flaming Cheeto dust—family size. My lips are still nuclear orange.

7:00 PM: Soft landing

Fell asleep in front of David Attenborough, dreaming of being a meerkat.

Growing My First Plant (And Not Killing It)

I will confess: I have killed every single houseplant that I have ever owned. But Apples and Bananas? If cannabis had a golden retriever friend, it’d be this one — low-risk, high-reward.

My $150 Apartment Grow Setup

Seeds — $60 (North Atlantic Seed Co, shipped in a plain brown box with “Hobby Supplies” label—good try, bros)

Lights: UFO-style LED panel $45 from Amazon.

Soil: Fox Farm Ocean Forest $20 bag (for dummies, just like I am)

Odor Management: $25 charcoal filter (my neighbors think I operate a bakery).

Crisis of the Week 3 (And How I Coped)

Found the diagnosis of white powdery mildew—akin to athlete foot for plants. Cue 2 AM panic Googling. Saved my crop with:

A 10% milk-water solution (sounds crazy, but it’s awesome).

Hopefully they have more airflow than I do, I sacrificed my desk fan!

Told my plants “You go girl!” every damn day

FLAVOR FRAGMENT: this shit tastes like childhood

Close your eyes. Inhale. One minute you are the eight year old kid stealing apples from Mr. Johnson’s orchard:

Note #1: Ripe Gala apples (the ones with hornets bugs that are angry from the long season).

Heart: Laffy Taffy, the banana kind (still popular, don’t lie)

Finale: Wet earth with dried summer rain (scent of raw liberty).

Tip: Pair with Tajin with mango or dark chocolate: taste rollercoaster.

Your Burning Questions 

1. “What if I green out?”
2. Under your tongue, crush a peppercorn (weird but effective)
3. Forget your name while watching slime ASMR videos
4. Cue: have years, nobody ever passes, pass away from weed. No one dies from weed.”
5. Pause for a moment — “Is this something that I can grow in my studio apartment?”
6. My setup nestles in the space between my Instant Pot and the laundry pile.
7. Tip: Putting the plants away when your landlord comes to “repair” the leaky faucet…again.
8. “Why does my bud look sad?”
9. Buds that are good: Glistening as if snow queen was having a feast with your stash.
10. Wretched weed: Browner and more bendy than yesterday’s lettuce.
11. “Best time to smoke?”
12. When your in-laws leave.
13. Or 4:20 PM—because duh.
14. “Will my cat judge me?”
15. Yes. But he also looks down on you for purchasing cheap kibble.

Why Trust Me? 

• Disciplines: Killed 12 houseplants, grew 3 cannabis crops of fire.
• References: Seed Junky, the r/spacebuckets subreddit, my therapist.
• Slogan: If I can grow weed between video calls — you can too.

Your Turn, Newbie!

• This is not just stress—this is license to put on your biggest fluffy pants, bust open a bottle of Somi from the city of two swans, recite Mike the Headless Chicken quotes, celebrate small victories, and get going on that weird art project
• Take one puff before your next creative endeavor. Worst case? You’ll have fun failing.
• Join the Chaos:
• Cringe grow pics, tag me @Eats & Fit
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