bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
playwright in brooklyn, NY

what food once was

December 6th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ve been abandoning all extra-curricular creative responsibilities the last few days, and spending every waking non-work moment reading this dear lady’s book:

It’s part memoir, part cookbook, which is my new favorite kind of book. Vivian grew up in Deep Run, a one stoplight town in Eastern NC. Rejecting her country upbringing, she high-tailed it to NYC, started working in restaurants, and eventually moved back down south to open a restaurant (the now award-winning Chef and the Farmer in Kinston, NC / JULIEN AND I HAVE RESERVATIONS FOR JANUARY / OMG / oh PS also she has her own TV show A Chef’s Life, Peabody award winning, so maybe check that out too end of sentence no really, she’s great.) Once back home, she went through this beautiful transformation, embracing her and homeland and its foods. It’s a beautiful story that I hope it emulate with my own life and writing. You often don’t appreciate what formed you until you’re older. I just want to write NC plays and pair them with her regional bread puddings forever. Chapter by chapter, local food by local food (sweet corn, summer squash, butter beans, etc.) She takes us through her family’s rich history of farming, and shares family recipes. Here’s my favorite, Hoarded corn:

Hard to read, but the first ingredient is an afternoon. She recalls her family harvesting sweet corn together in their tiny kitchen, working together and quickly to get it off the stalk and into bags in the freezer before it spoiled, saving both the kernels and the sweet corn milk. This corn would them feed them throughout the year in a zillion different forms. She really hits this point home:  families used to have to prepare their food together. They were forced to gather, to be together, out of necessity, but then, as Vivian also points out — this is the time when families used to talk to each other. Hands busy with activity, then talking, sharing to fill the air. I’m not saying anything that hasn’t been said 100 times before, but isn’t it sad that because our food became simpler, easier to access, we talk to each other less? That makes me sad. And Hungry. And sad. But flip side: because we spend less time preparing food, our hands and brains are free for innovations that save lives and expand the universe and invent customer care robots that will eventually dominate us A LA SPOILER ALERT SEASON FINALE OF WESTWORLD BUT NO EVERYTHING’S FINE OKAY BYE OFF TO PRETEND IT’S STILL 1943 / SHUCK SOME SWEET CORNS.

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miss this

September 9th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I was reading a short story before bed in which the writer described, in great detail,  the feeling of Winter having left, Spring having not yet arrived. The whole world gray and melting and wet. And I realized it’s been years since I saw / felt that time of year, that weather moment. In LA, it’s pretty much the same, year round, except for the four days a year when it rains and people stay inside crying or ram their cars into each other. Reading about that weather time, I missed it. That wet air feeling. The thought of not having felt it in so long made me so sad.  I want to find wherever it’s gray and wet and fly myself there and stand in the middle of it. Don’t rain and clouds unlock something inside of us, air out the sadness? Don’t they create a perfect backdrop for big and hard questions, deep thinking? And if we don’t live through them, do we miss out on this part of our thinking entirely?

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cardiojai

August 3rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

You’re in Ojai for a conference. You’d like to stay in shape, but there are no gyms or spin studios or gym spin studios or studio spins in sight, because, well, Ojai. Ojai is your gym. Its hills are your elliptical. Stroll up them, casually contemplating big questions. Happen upon a local, who asks you if you’ve seen the bear. Stop strolling. What bear? Oh, apparently there’s been a bear in the area. You know, just like, a bear. Smile at the local. Turn around. RUN. RUN BACK DOWN THE HILL AS FAST AS YOU HUMANLY CAN AWAY FROM THE THE BEAR. CURL UP IN THE YOGA MAT IN YOUR TRUNK AND WEEP.

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Substitutions

July 17th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Ladies, eat what you want. Bread. Cakes. Houses. Entire Chickens. Chairs. As long as they are each the size of a fat tic tac, tiny you shall be, so small that you will take residence in a house the size of a book, where you will be the heroine, where you will charm the mice, defeat the dragonflies, sleep on pop tarts, your pillow a tiny loaf of bread.

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DREAM HOUSE

June 14th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

If anyone is interested in grabbing Morrison and I a quick early wedding present — THE ACTUAL HOUSE FROM FATHER OF THE BRIDE IS NOW FOR SALE FOR ONLY 1.9999 MILLION DOLLARS.  CONSIDERING HOW IT WOULD BRING ME A LIFE OF HAPPINESS PREVIOUSLY UNKNOWN TO ANY OTHER MORTAL IN THE HISTORY OF ALL OF THE HUMANS  AND HOW MANY ADORABLE PICK-UP GAMES OF BASKETBALL WE WOULD PLAY IN COORDINATING FAMILY SWEATS, THIS IS ACTUALLY NOT ALL THAT EXPENSIVE.

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Acquisitions

May 3rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

When I start to want something, I start to see it everywhere, note its qualities. First it was boys and whether or not they were wearing wedding rings, then it was cars and whether or not they had leather interiors. Now that I have hit the jackpot in both Boy and Car, I WOULD PLEASE LIKE A HOUSE. And so I leer at them everywhere I go. I note their qualities. Whether or not there is a porch or front yard, whether there is garage space, what its down payment might be, if I could ever in a million years afford it, its window panes, its columns, its french doors and its trees. I dream about its kitchen. Does it have an island for cooking? IS THERE A FARMER’S SINK? IS THERE A WALK IN CLOSET THAT YOU CAN WALK INTO? IS IT SINGLE? WILL IT EVER BE MINE?

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the struggle is real(ly essential)

January 24th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday, mid-blizzard, I had to get myself and luggage from the West Village to Midtown with no cabs / 2 feet of snow everywhere / snow banks high as four feet that are, shall we say, not conducive to rolley bags. It was a tiny adventure challenge, but a challenge adventure, nonetheless. Bro Dan offered to help but I refused it, because there is something psychotic in all of us who live or have lived in NYC: WE HEART THE STRUGGLE. It makes us feel strong and alive. I made my way up and down stairs and streets with the biggest stupidest grin on my face, remembering what is was like to have every day be an epic battle of sorts. I wonder if now, in LA, when I feel anxious and I don’t know why, I am sensing the lack of that struggle?  Does the struggle keep us balanced?

No one blinked at the lunatic girl lugging her stuff uptown in a blizzard. Everyone was just like: Yep. Me too, you brave lunatic. Me too.

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SNERRRRRRR!

January 20th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’M GOING TO NYC THIS WEEKEND AND IT’S GOING TO SNOWWWWW!  I AM SO EXCITED. I AM A BABY IN A SNOW SUIT.  I AM GOING TO FROLIC THROUGH IT AND SPIN INSIDE OUT IT AND CATCH IT IN MY MOUTH AND BUILD IT INTO THINGS. MY CHILDHOOD WILL THEN END AND IT WILL THEN CONVENIENTLY STOP SNOWING EXACTLY WHEN I NEED IT TO SO THAT THE RUNWAY CAN BE CLEARED AND I CAN MAKE IT BACK HOME FOR WORK ON MONDAY.

DO YOU HEAR ME, SNOW? SNOW, CAN YOU READ WORDS? DO YOU READ MY BLOG, SNOW?

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the North Carolina wine industry: facts

August 1st, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

1. It exists. And it’s beautiful.

2. It is surrounded by Amish people, who make a great sandwich.

3. My parents and I went wine tasting in it.

4. They serve you cheezits and vanilla wafers as pairings.

5. A lot the plots used to be on tobacco farms. I love this. Trading one vice for another.

6. Some of the vineyards boast that they are like Napa, like Sonoma, but with less pretense about the wine. More cheezits, and with sections on their tasting menus like ‘Fun and Creative’ wines.

7. There is TV or feature idea in here somewhere that I must crack but I

8. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzwineduringtheday

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to go to here

April 8th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

When you feel like you are doing too many things, what makes the most sense is  to do AT LEAST ELEVEN OTHER THINGS!  I said to myself a few months back, when an actor I’d met a few times emailed me and asked me if I could write her web series.  I couldn’t help but say yes. 1.) Because I love the idea  –  urban person turned tomato farmer, and 2.)  because here is her farm, and it is beautiful, and I will hopefully go to there when it’s being filmed.

It’s based on her experience with starting a tomato farm in Sonoma Valley, the ins and outs of gardening and selling ones tomatoes.  With the series, I’m trying to pose the question: what happens when the thing we always thought we’d do for a dime — leads to no dimes, or is just unfulfilling? What of our desire to make and grow things, something simple, when art —  the commercial kind, be it booking a commercial or selling a show or whatever — doesn’t fully satisfy this? The answer may be, simply: Tomatoes. Stay tuned for other answers to life’s burning questions,  in the form of vegetables. Bekah, should I throw in the towel, or persevere? A. ASPARAGUS.

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