Some of the wildest areas I have ever wandered have been in Arizona. It is lonely, haunting, yet achingly beautiful. Alone in nature with it’s specter of gnarly trees that stand as a warning of the desert extremes, the creatures who eke out a life in a non-forgiving land, and the ghosts of those who have walked these trails before us – I feel the throbbing passion within these cold, still stones.
I have a friend. Everyone should have a friend like her. She can cook! However, she rarely takes on desserts, so she decided to challenge herself with St. Elmo’s Blueberry Bread Pudding. Being an off-the-cuff chef, she did not think to reduce the original recipe (now that she was actually following one) so we have bread pudding coming out the wazoo! But who’s complaining? We shared… and shared… and enjoyed. Now that is one sweet friend!