Before most of Pennsylvania has poured its first cup of coffee, some ovens are already glowing.
Dawn light slips through bakery windows as trays slide in and out, carrying the warm scent of yeast, butter, and spice into the quiet morning air.
It is flour-dusted tradition, sunrise sweetness, and the soft thump of dough meeting a wooden counter. Pretzels twist into shape, pastries rise patiently, and golden crusts crackle just slightly as they cool…