bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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WHO GON STOP ME NOW

February 10th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

SPENT AN OBSCENE AMOUNT OF TIME MAKING THESE MINI CHOCOLATE BUNDT CAKES WITH SALTED CARAMEL FROSTING FOR THE CAST AND CREW OF LA JOLLA CAKE FOR OPENING

THEN SPENT MORE TIME PROCURING MINI CAKE BOXES TO PUT THEM IN

NOW WHO GON STOP ME

WHO GON STOP ME HUH?

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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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home office

February 7th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

As is the way with obsessive box-checkers, I usually like to roll out of bed and immediately start accomplishing things. But lately, I’m trying this new thing in which I wake up, get my coffee, and GET BACK IN BED. I of course bring my computer into bed and start accomplishing things, but IT’S ALL DONE FROM BED. I have read the news, watched my friend’s short film,  and researched the ADA and its various titles, but you guys, I’M STILL IN BED. If this is at all possible in your life (which I imagine it’s not if you have things like ‘kids’ or ‘aversion to staying in bed all day’) I HIGHLY RECOMMEND.

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WHERE TO GIVE YOUR MONEY (TO)

February 6th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on what to do with that pesky extra ten bucks lurking around your life (if it exists): There are a gazillion different campaigns right now — on Venmo, Gofund me, the Cash App — all raising money to send  kids to see THIS MASTERPIECE:

Black Panther is the first Marvel / superhero movie featuring a cast of strong, complex black characters, and its trailer alone made this whitest girl that ever lived say outloud to herself OH, SNAP between triscuits. It owns African roots, it challenges stereotypes, it’s got beautiful black women tossing evil white men across rooms, and it MUST BE SEEN by every black kid in America (AND ALSO BY MYSELF.) Ten bucks for a movie ticket isn’t a reality for everyone, so these campaigns are raising money to send underprivileged kids to the movie, for FREE. If you got a nice combo of a minute and ten extra bucks, GIVE HERE or just search #BlackPantherChallenge or give on Venmo to @Dreamerfund. THEN ALSO BUY YOURSELF A TICKET.

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MY KINDA SPORTS GAME

February 5th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I truly couldn’t really care less, but if the game ends  with the winning players holding their tiny daughters who are wearing tiny headbands that match their Dad’s uniforms and tiny headphones so that their tiny ears might not be harmed by all of the revelry, COUNT ME IF FOR ALL FUTURE SPORTS.

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Typical Argument

February 4th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m fortunate that Morrison and I really don’t fight very often. (Also I don’t know how we would even be married if either of us were throw-down dish-throwing fight folk, as that is quite opposite to both of our natures.) But of course we don’t always agree and sometimes hurt each other’s feelings and don’t listen to each other. When this happens, we try to carefully discuss it, each speaking our own frustration, and of course, sometimes it gets messy, but it tends to quickly end in forgiveness and agreement, a return to a loving status quo.  Like this morning:

Me: Oh, they used the picture of me in the overalls that you said I shouldn’t wear anymore.

Him: Well it’s just that overalls are over.

Me: What? No!

Him: They were over like two years ago.

Me: (carefully)…No, you’re wrong. Overalls are still a thing.

Him:….Okay.

Me: OVERALLS ARE NOT OVER!

Him:……..

Me: YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING.

Him:…..Actually, I know a lot of things.

Me: …..You’re right, you do.

END OF ARGUMENT.

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TIDY.

February 3rd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

In oh so many ways and on oh so many levels do I appreciate the irony of this advertisement for a local cleaning company that was left as litter on our front step,  that  went unnoticed for so long that it’s covered in footprints. TIDY, INDEED.

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Retirement Home

February 2nd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Dear Owner(s) of this whimsical cottage on the ocean:

I hope you are have a nice life and enjoying your beautiful home etc etc etc, but if you could please be ready to sell by approximately 2043 that would work great for me. In the meantime try not to touch or change anything, unless of course it involves somehow figuring out a way to include a large garden where I could grow seasonal squash varietals and snap peas, but also you know, enjoy yourselves, make memories in my future house, etc etc and so forth.

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How many am I?

February 1st, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Here’s a thing: it’s actually really quite often, while driving and passing an entrance to a carpool lane, I truly have this conversation with myself  in my head:

Self: Okay, so  I can use the carpool lane if there’s more than one person in the car. How many people are in the car?

Other Self: Just you.

Self: Okay so, how many people am I?

Other Self: Really?

Self: JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION THE ENTRANCE IS VERY SOON THIS IS OUR LAST CHANCE

Other Self:…One person. You are ONE person.

Self:…Right. (then) Then how is it that I’m having a conversation with myself?

Other Self: I DON’T KNOW, SWEETHEART, YOU TELL ME

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