So March...well, that (has mostly) happened. I've been doing a disappearing act because I'm in (not directing, but in) a show that is opening tonight. It's a truly odd, wonderful play called Dead Man's Cell Phone, which is about a woman who happens to be sitting in a cafe next to a man who has died, picks up his cell phone and gets sucked into his life. Ever thought technology has made it possible for us to be less connected? That's the moral of this play.
I act so rarely anymore that I feel insecure about doing so, but even more so this time because I'm the lead. I've never been the lead! Last night we had an audience for the first time, and I hope most of them found the play as weird and wonderful as I do.
In the midst of the final couple of weeks of rehearsal, I received this month's foodie penpal box from Ida in Kansas. I loved this box, and David pronounced it his favorite of the ones I've received so far. It features--for the second month in a row, yay!--great regional goodies. Ida hails from Kansas, not too terribly far from where I grew up, and included some great treats.
The Kansas wheat kernels are great fun--crunchy and salty, and I am thinking about ways to incorporate some of them into a sweet and salty granola-type bar. I've been using the honey straws all week in tea to keep my voice going strong for the show. And homemade jam! I'm swooning, although I haven't cracked into it yet.
But the piece de resistance is the chicken poop lip balm. I'll admit I gave that the side-eye when I first saw it--who wants to put bird poop on their lips?--but was relieved to find on the side of the container that it actually contains no poop. Whew. And since I lose containers of lip balm like they're going out of style, it's awesome to get another one.
Fingers crossed and knocking on wood for a good opening night! When I have my life back a little next week, I'll be posting this month's Cake Slice cake--a delicious honey cake with almonds.