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

MUFFIN SHAME

February 9th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

N. shame caused by the quality of one’s muffins

Earlier this week, I made a bunch of muffins because when I have the time, and even when I don’t, maybe I’m the kind of person who would like for her husband to ideally have a homemade baked good each day with his breakfast, and also because baking is the single most productive form of procrastination. I made said muffins, Vivian Howard’s Twin Muffins, a recipe she whipped up with squash and dried cherries and pecans and whole wheat flour, to trick her twins into eating things that are good for them. But I definitely underbaked them, so they are only like 70% as good they should be, and each day when I pass them, I feel a deep sense of a shame that can only be described as Muffin Shame, and if I can’t document that here then I genuinely do not know what this blog is for.

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Chef’s Table

February 8th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Julien reminded me of this incredible Netflix docuseries on the world’s greatest chefs and I’m finally watching it. (If you’re only going to watch one, make it this one Peru’s Virgilio Martinez / as you know I went there once for ten minutes, so everything about Peru is DEEPLY MEANINGFUL TO ME.) Basically, upon viewing, you will never look at food the same way again. It’s food as art, food as anthropology, food as the opposite of a tater tot. But mostly, the chefs tend to forage and hunt for ingredients just outside their door, so the food ends up reflecting the landscape where the diner is eating, just like Burger King might taste like Parking Lot. Inspired by this, last night in a restaurant in West Hollywood, I found myself ordering Stripped Sea Bass from coastal Virginia, so that I might feel like I’m close to my parents. It tasted like the quiet as the sun sets. AND FISH. IT ALSO TASTED LIKE FISH.

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I know not my age

January 29th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Like most humans, I like to assume that everyone I see and interact with is vastly older or younger than me, so that my own age remains a fixed, untouchable thing, so that I might eat gummy bears forever. And so last night, while re-watching A Chef’s Life for the 900th time (Vivian Howard’s beautiful docuseries about food and farming in Eastern North Carolina) I hunkered down to learn about cabbage, and met this fine fellow, Sam Jones, who runs Skylight BBQ in Ayden, NC:

He taught Vivian how to make their famed coleslaw (hint, it’s buckets of sugar.) After, the two of them chatted about their parents, their work ethic. In my head I’m thinking, what a wise, humble, hardworking man in his mid to late 40s. And then he says, I always told myself I’d never be a person who let my work run my life, and here I am, 34 years old, and I can’t even turn it off. THIS MAN IS, IN FACT, YOUNGER THAN MYSELF.

As for Queen Vivian, I do think I know how old she is, but I won’t discuss it, as she is flawless /  ageless / glorious / inspiring / WILL LIVE FOREVER, but I will say she is slightly older than me, so I can say I want to be her when I grow up, which inevitably will happen someday.

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how to melt my heart like butter in the microwave

January 22nd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

In latest Cake news, which is  a thing in my life right now, the play is currently in rehearsal down at the La Jolla Playhouse down in San Diego, and LAST WEEK THEY HOSTED A CAKE BAKE OFF FOR THE EMPLOYEES OF THE THE THEATER.

Someone (also aptly named Bekah) even attempted a pink lemonade cake!

Really the only downside here is that I wasn’t able to be there / judge / twitch with gratitude and sugar high.

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daily joys

January 5th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

It’s been a rough work week, and so to lift myself up, I’m choosing to focus on small, easily repeated, infinitely joyful pleasures, like how easy it is to make Morrison happy. Like this morning, while walking home from punishing myself by faking upper body strength at the gym:

Me (on phone): Hey, you want me to pick you up a breakfast burrito?

Morrison: F YEAH!!!!!!!

And when I return home, with said burrito:

Morrison: YES!!!! BREAKFAST BURRITOS!!!!!!!

Because: when you can’t please everyone, focus instead on pleasing the one person you know you always can.

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to be known

December 29th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Really actually the best part of Christmas, or really any gift-giving holiday, is discovering how Known you are by those around you, perhaps even more than you know yourself. Take this stamp set that Morrison put in my stocking:

I never would have thought to get it myself, but turns out, I actually need it desperately. COMING SOON FROM MY KITCHEN, THINGS YOU DIDN’T KNOW YOU NEED!

(BUT MAYBE YOU DO KNOW)

(BECAUSE IT’LL BE FOOD)

(HOPEFULLY AT THIS POINT IN LIFE YOU KNOW YOU NEED FOOD)

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SUN’S OUT HAM’S OUT

December 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

ATTN: HONEY BAKED HAM COMPANY:

I AM AVAIL FOR THE WRITING OF ALL OF YOUR COPY FOR MARKETING AND ADVERTISING

BASICALLY I’M JUST READY WHEN YOU ARE

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proper use of current brain

December 9th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sure, I have many plays to write and books to read and stories to  break and thoughts to think, but I have my first ever grown up house with a dream husband who GOT ME A HOUSE SHAPED COOKIE CUTTER FOR CHRISTMAS LAST YEAR so really I just feel very strongly that the best thing for me to do right now is to spend hours in my new kitchen avoiding critical thought and instead making house shaped cookies SO GUESS WHAT, THAT’S JUST WHAT I DID.

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french women don’t get fat (?)

November 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I found this book on the floor of Mack’s car, and like most things found in friend’s cars I decided to MAKE IT MINE.  Apparently when she was in high school this was THE diet book, which is to say, when you go to high school in LA, there is more than one diet book. I don’t think diet books were a thing in NC high school, like at all.  It was more like, INTERMITTENTLY CONSUME AS MANY CLOVE CIGARETTES AND WENDY’S FRIED CHICKEN SANDWICHES AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE. But I’m giving this one a read in my adult life. The charming french writer, who also runs Veuve Cliquot Champagne, claims that American women get and stay fat because they eat standing up, exercise manically without intention, and deny themselves their pleasures so aggressively that they end up face deep in a bowl of cake batter. French women, comparably, indulge their pleasures, never over do it, don’t work out, but instead walk and take in the world, eat bread and cheese and wine mindfully. American women talk and think obsessively about weight loss, while French women have more brain space and conversation space to actually engage in ideas OKAY WE GET IT, THE FRENCH, YOU’RE BETTER THAN US. But  as much as I want to deep fry this woman and dip her in ranch as she tells me about her whimsical childhood filled with loose teas and baguettes, I do think there’s value to her theory. A lot. I want more space in my brain. I want mornings gazing out the window and bread with dinner. I want pleasure and pinot noir and tiny pats of butter. JE VEUX ETRE FRANCAIS. Or Frances. I would also settle for just being Frances.

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bathwater of choice

November 21st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

A combination of a series of long and draining weeks and  it being almost Thanksgiving  makes me want to submerge myself in a giant vat of butternut squash soup, and then rest on the warm top  like a tiny roasted and salted pepita or a small and decorative piece of raddish, and just float there for days. THAT WOULD BE MOST GOURDGEOUS.

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