Rock Springs Bakery: Savoring Arizona Mornings Before the Rush.
Long before the first car pulls off I-17, the lights are on in the Rock Springs bakery. It is four in the morning, the desert is still cool and dark, and the ovens are already warm. By the time the freeway out front starts to fill, the day’s first pies are cooling on the racks: a crumb-topped apple you can smell across the room, and a bourbon pecan, glossy and just set. And you can watch it happen. A window looks right into the bakery, which shares its building with the PieBox, the cafe