I pulled into the parking lot at seven in the morning and the line already had six people. That is normal here. This bakery has been opening its doors before sunrise since the year my great-grandparents were toddlers.
The cases hold rows of cinnamon rolls dripping with frosting, maple bars that disappear by eight, plus donuts in flavors I had forgotten existed. The bread shelves empty faster than the staff can restock them.
I ordered a cherry danish still warm from the oven. The filling tasted like actual cherries, not the kind that comes from a can. The owners know half the town by name…