My waistline has officially filed a formal complaint against my relentless search for the ultimate pastry, but honestly, it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.
Life is simply too short for soft, soggy shells that crumble into sadness at the first touch.
While many associate the rugged, sun-scorched terrain of Arizona with nothing but parched trails, I have discovered that this state is secretly harboring some of the most decadent, authentic cannoli this side of the Atlantic…