Recipes for Trouble

These Small Things

I’m up at 7 this grey November morning, making muffins. I’ve got a latte at my side, early morning radio turned on. The determinedly cheery CBC hosts are prattlling on about football, weather and our country’s newer, more-racist-than-ever refugee laws. My roommate comes downstairs and sniffs the air warily. Hmmm. You baking? She never…