When I’m workshopping a play,  I like to maniacally bake  for my actors.  I usually do it while I’m supposed to be re-writing, and it is usually frantic and most likely at 1 am and definitely a form of productive procrastination and I usually eat half the dough while deciding whether or not we should find out at the end that he Killed someone or that She is a He or that He used to love Her or that dandelions are in fact, not really weeds.

Each cookie is meant to say:

1.) Thanks for your Time!

2.) Thanks for your Questions!

3.) Sorry I’m rewriting your lines every ten minutes!

4.) LOOK AT ME I HAVE MANY GIFTS

5.) HOPE YOU ARE NOT ALLERGIC TO NUTS

6.) IF SO DO NOT EAT THIS BECAUSE I FOUND A BUNCH OF PECANS FROZEN IN MY FREEZER SINCE CHRISTMAS AND SO I PUT THEM IN

7.) NOT THAT I DON’T CLEAN OUT MY FRIDGE HA HA NO I DO THAT ALL THE TIME

8.) AND THERE IS NOT A TOMATO IN THERE FROM 2013 AT ALL