I woke up with the weight of the world on my shoulders. As I stood over a sinkload of dishes (still trying to catch up from a month straight of protesting) I stared out the window and pondered the cosmos. Should I flee the state or stay here and fight like hell? Is trying to get a job as a teacher like strapping myself to a sinking ship or a noble idea? On the verge of a mini-meltdown, I decided to make whole wheat muffins and put on some music. Thank you, Mark Bittman, Florence + The Machine and coffee for saving my morning.
After a quick inventory of ingredients, I started mixing.
To be continued….