They cooked them down and used the water to make kolaid. I guess that was the original “purple drank.”
Lots of sugar.
Obviously your druggie friends were more sophisticated than mine.
My experience in getting mushrooms was pretty strange. I wanted weed. It was summer in Michigan and supply was non-existent. I worked with a guy and his wife who were serious Buddhists. Only ones I’ve ever known who proselytized. They invited me and the missus over to chant with them, promising we would get whatever we chanted for
So I chanted for weed. The next day a friend stopped by and had scored some weed and mushrooms that he wanted to share.
It was a somewhat mind-blowing experience. After eating the mushrooms we went to see an on-campus showing of the Beatle’s Magical Mystery Tour, which really sucked, oddly enough. The walks there and back were very cool though. Patterns all over the landscape