You can feel the desperation in Claudine's plea to her husband to come out and eat. She creates a picture of a man at his lowest. She's trying to be brave, but you think she's going to break at any minute. This monologue goes right to the gut.

Wow! Wow! WOW! So many artistic nuances in this play. And it punches you right in the gut. Everyone needs to reaed this. Wow! Take a bow, Paul Donnelly.

For the second time Claudine has lost a son to senseless gun violence. She swears this time around she is not going to have an emotional breakdown. As she describes all the wonderful (six types of brownies) and strange (the title dish) food her friends and neighbors have brought in, she seems to hold herself together. But throughout, one can sense that an explosion is waiting just below the surface calm. Really terrific work.