Looking at my schedule for next week, I realize I’m meeting with four different people so that they might ‘pick my brain.’ As a classic Gemini, I’m of two minds about this. Mind Pt. 1: I am happy to do it, especially in honor of those who did it for me when I was just starting out. If I can offer any insight that might help a person get to where they want to be, then good on me, good on them, and good on kindness. Mind. Pt. 2: my brain is currently in a million places. It’s held together by frayed bits of old friendship bracelet and sour punch straws and the subpar bobby pins that really don’t hold any hair in place at all. If anyone were to, at this point, ‘pick my brain,’ it actually might lose its structure entirely.
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.
WE GOT OUR WEDDING PICTURES! They are lovely. As hard as it is to look at 900 pictures of yourself and marvel at how even in a stunning gown you can manage to look like an evil badger baby, I STILL love them. The moments are perfectly captured. We were so stupid happy that day and the pictures will forever show it. There are so many that I do not even know what to do with them. I think I will just stretch the process out, keep the feeling new and real, and just drop them like tiny love bombs whenever I feel like it. Starting with these! I present to you, the moment after Morrison and I first saw each other, hugged and cried, and then I promptly made him look at my butt, my exact words being, LOOK AT MY BUTT!
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: ALREADY DID IT, IT’S DONE
My first episode of This is Us airs tonight! I just love writing for this show, so much. It’s the first TV job where I really feel like I can be my full writer self, a little heartfelt, a little cheeky, little strange. I can’t tell you much about what happens in tonight’s episode, but I WILL say that characters will say things, feel things, make decisions, make jokes, sit in cars, put on clothes, and eat cheese. GUYS, ALL OF THE SIGNATURE BRUNSTETTER TOUCHES ARE ALL UP IN THIS EPISODE.
Oh, did you want content UNRELATED to the beautiful weekend / life experience I just had? Feel free to check back in approximately one year once I’ve come back down. I have every intention of slowly trotting out memories and moments here so that I continue to fully remember every moment of it. It’s still kind of a blur, even though apparently, I’ve been informed that the moonshine at the reception in fact made me stomp around shouting to people, I FEEL SO PRESENT! And so today, on the Wedding, the train of my dress — pictured here with my Grandma’s mink:
It was long. Like epic long. When I got the dress I knew it was slightly impractical, being that the ceremony was in the grass under a tree, and that the reception was in a horse stable. But I loved its fairy queen-ness AND its impracticality. But after the I do’s and pictures, the best feeling ever was just LETTING THE THING GO AND DRAG THROUGH THE DIRT.
There is something amazing about getting very dressed up and then letting it all go. It felt so freeing. The release of tension, literal and figurative.
The one day a year that we all pretend to be well versed in Mexican culture and eat so many chips and so much guacamole that the next morning there’s a carb brick the size of Mexico lodged in our guts and it will be weeks if not months before we want either again, unless of course wait, are those chips the extra salty kind and perhaps is that Guac super chunky and limey OKAY FINE JUST GIVE ME ALL OF THE CHIPS AND GUAC VIVA LA MEXICO I LOVE HISPANICS
Here’s a downside of having a blog that you’ve been bloggy upon for going on 9 years: you think to yourself, I made a soup with my leftover Easter Ham! How thrilling! PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW! But then you realize: Seven years ago, you did the exact same thing and also already blogged about it and you are on roller-skates and your life is a round rink of sorts and you just go around it and go around it, touching the wall for support at the same points. Oh, so then maybe you should perhaps dig a tiny bit deeper and think about something else to blog about today? NOPE. WHO HAS TIME FOR THOUGHT? NOPE. SOUP AGAIN. I MADE SOUP WITH MY LEFTOVER EASTER HAM. IT WAS GOOD, CARRY ON WORLD, CARRY ON. But also, before you do, here’s the fantastic recipe.
Today, on sometimes this is a whimsical food blog because when I get stressed out I like to avoid any and all actual responsibilities and bake: THESE. COOKIES.
Oh, but they just look like regular cookies, you say. Get over yourself, you say. WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL, YOU SAY / ASK.
THEY ARE MADE WITH HONEY INSTEAD OF SUGAR, AND COCONUT FLOUR INSTEAD OF WHITE FLOUR. A lot of times, when you futz with the bad (good) stuff when baking and try and shove a cookie full of greek yogurt instead of butter or like bok choy instead of chocolate it just turns out wrong and strange. But these dudes are fluffy and decadent and perfect and I’ve made them twice since discovering them. Make them! Give them away with a mild air of superiority!
So excited to spend 2016 with my adorable life partner, my stable and solid best friend, my reliable companion, my joy, BY WHICH I OF COURSE MEAN this incredible pumpkin pot that Morrison’s mind-reader aunt got me for Christmas:
MORRISON, HE OKAY TOO. Here’s to a year of elaborate seasonal meals and things shaped like other things and love and, at all times, gratitude.