I pulled out of Tucson last Wednesday around noon and rushed back to El Centro. I missed the real heat. It was a measly 104 when I left Tucson. T-storms on the horizon. Couldn’t wait to return to the sizzle of 114.
When I exited the Tucson Museum of Art earlier in the week, I was in a hurry, as much as you can be on a white-hot day in a sun-bleached downtown. I was looking forward to desserts at Cafe a la C’art. Very cute. But I missed it by 20 minutes. I was looking at incredible art when I could have been feasting on a slice of German chocolate cake. Who needs fine art when there is a great slice of chocolate cake looking up at you from your plate with a cappuccino on the side?