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

BEST STAGE DIRECTION EVER

February 12th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

At some point, I decided to stick these words at the end of the The Cake script:

END OF PLAY.

NOTE: This is the end of the play part of the play. Ideally, upon exiting the theater, the audience is surprised with an actual CAKE, waiting for them. The wonderfully terrible grocery store cake that you never let yourself eat. Ideally, everyone then stands around together, eating cake.

And I will NEVER. REGRET IT.

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How I broke my Face

January 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I spent most of yesterday grinning like an overjoyed idiot. It was one of the best days in recent memory, and lets remember that I have both  BEEN MARRIED AND BEEN ON A HONEYMOON AND ALSO TO GOLDEN GLOBES recently, so that’s saying a whole lot. (Also, obviously, all of those things were also pretty great.) First, I got to meet and hold my brand new perfect beautiful niece Ruby, and be her mattress for a while:

And also spend some time hanging with Blaine and Jason, learning the bitter truth about what happens to ones lady parts when one gives birth, which in its own way, was quite joyous, as nobody describes crazy things better than Blaine Barbee. As if that wasn’t enough, I then hit the road with Julien to Kinston, NC, and dined at Chef and the Farmer, Chef Vivian Howard’s farm to table restaurant that I have been clinically obsessed with for months:

We stuffed ourselves silly with grits and turnip greens and collards and pork rinds and country ham and dirty peanut rice and guinea pot pie and rutabagas and apple moonshine cocktails and other things I can’t remember, as we ordered EIGHT THINGS. PS JULIEN ALSO BROKE HER FACE.

SEEKING TWO FACE CASTS / PLS CONTACT WITH DETAILS.

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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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tough job / someone must do it

December 3rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sheila: Hey, can I give you a few jobs for the Kilroys fundraiser?

Me: Sure thing, how can I help?

Sheila: Well first can you find somewhere that makes tiny cupcakes and –

Me: YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

Sheila:….and order fifty and bring them to –

Me: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Sheila:….the party?

Me: ALREADY DID IT, IT’S DONE

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OH, CRAWFISH TREE, OH CRAWFISH TREEEEEEE

November 30th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU HAPPENNEEEDDDDDDDD

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Breadstraction

November 16th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am  choosing to spend today’s lunch break looking at pictures of bread pudding so that I might find the perfect one to make for Thanksgiving instead of going deeper into the horror of the internet world because I CHOOSE MY CHOICE, I CHOOSE MY CHOICE

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glamour

November 4th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

OH SO YOU THOUGHT I WAS DONE WITH WEDDING TALK? NO MA’AM.  I have a head cold that just won’t quit and stress and  fatigue just in general,  but what I also have is  THIS MOMENT WHEN I HID IN AN OFFICE WITH MY BRIDESMAIDS BEFORE WALKING UP THE AISLE, SIPPING TEQUILA AND SHOVING PEANUT M&Ms AND GOLDFISH CRACKERS INTO MY FACE AND I NEVER FELT SO BEAUTIFUL.

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FOREVER CHANGED

November 2nd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on When Humans have Too Much Time on their Hands:

I HAVE SOMEHOW MANAGED TO LIVE MY ENTIRE LIFE UP UNTIL THIS VERY DAY WITH NO KNOWLEDGE OF THIS WONDERFULLY HORRIBLE THANKSGIVING TURKEY CAKE, WHICH IS FILLED WITH CANDY CORN, AND PUKES CINNAMON APPLES.

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the cake / fleurs / decorations / cakerations

October 29th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

GOOD AFTERNOON, and welcome back to the joyful spin cycle in my head! Today, the decor. When you wed beneath fall foliage, you really don’t need much, so we just went with some simple Decorative Wedding signs (lovingly crafted by Morrison’s awesome bro John and his wife, Jacy):

And then some simple basic everyday framed pictures of Cracker at every table.

We also put bowls of skittles at each table because skittles. Our florist is the kind of gal who simply picks mountain wild flowers the day before and brings them over, so that the whole thing seems like a beautiful coincidence. Here’s the main big guy that my Dad HAPPILY loaded on his truck when my Mom attempted to take it home and preserve it, and even more happily took it back off when it definitely didn’t fit:

As for the cake, I just so happen to have gone to high school with a phenomenal baker, Jessica. She made three beautiful chocolate pound cakes, one of which we ate with our hands the next day, another of which we will eat with our hands in one year:

New Years,  a few years back, Morrison and I spent an absurd amount of time dreaming up a cobbler truck business, with eight very specific flavors with very specific names.  And so, we also went the cobbler route at the reception. Jessica made these wondrous mini jars of rosemary blackberry and peach ginger cobbler:

Guests dumped the cobblers over vanilla ice cream, like the perfect kind that comes from a bucket. Special thanks to our other high school friend, Missy, for helping make the table look like PINTEREST COME TO LIFE THAT ALSO YOU CAN EAT.

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First married day.

October 23rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

They say the day after your wedding, you will collapse into a sea of feelings and exhaustion. We are pretty much the same, except the sea is made of ALL THE SNACKS THAT PEOPLE LEFT BEHIND IN THEIR CABINS, and my personal ‘collapse’ is more of a ‘let’s see how many things I have been depriving myself of can I happily force into my body in one sitting OH LOOK THERE IS STILL SOME CAKE.’ It’s genuinely the best feeling ever. It is just bliss. I feel taken, calm, provided for and warm and secure and safe and MAYBE THIS IS WHAT IT IS TO HAVE CARBS IN YOUR BODY.

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