" A sunrise is a wondrous thing. And it's there every morn, just for the taking."
And so began my weekend of wonder.
And a lot of sweaty hugs. They put me on their set.
And with such an emotional week, I couldn't cook. I could spread Mostarda (various fruits preserved in a mustard syrup - also delectable with cheeses) on a pork loin and call it a day. Mostarda - sweet and spicy. If you could bottle my cast - they would be Mostarda. Light, color, fruity, a touch of bright,a touch of heat.
And when the temps soared to over 100 degrees F - I didn't bother with any heated food and ate my way through a loaf of bread spread with fresh ricotta and the same Mostarda.
I opened a cookbook last Sunday for inspiration. I cracked open some crab legs and added it to cioppino.
Cioppino from the Rose Pistola Restaurant in San Francisco. I made some substitutions. Nobody minded.
And then it was tech/dress week. The youngest -
Look at the tenderness these young students brought to this play.
David places a belonging of his brother Sam - who died in Vietnam- under the moon tree and finally begins the grieving process.
After the moon landing, David gives Madrigal his brother's dog tags - to be buried in the Giant's Causeway in Ireland - a place of giants and faeries from the days of wonder ... a place of eternity.
My Madrigals say good-bye after the final show.
But I won't say good-bye. Not to them. I have plans. Promises to keep.