So she claims. From the taste of her bread pudding, Noel, Bernie & I agree.
We met Ruby in an unlikely place, a bar & grill in Midland, SD, one of those small towns whose business district, as common in the upper Midwest, has been decimated by the gas station convenience store on the highway.
Noel & I would often look for local places to have a mid-morning “second breakfast”, so we detoured into town in search of a spot. The bar & grill was not an obvious choice. Noel inquired at the hotel whether there was someplace to get coffee & a snack. As it turned out, the left door of the bar & grill was for the restaurant. We entered and met Ruby.
Every day she works, Ruby uses the day-old bread to make her bread pudding. Otherwise, it gets thrown away, which upsets her.
Bernie arrived after Noel & I had eaten. We convinced him to try it. He was sold, too.
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