7:00 a.m. Roll out of bed. Sneakers and jeans today. A full day at Palate is my workout of the week.
7:15 a.m. Long-board through Sanford. I can feel the town still sleeping. Storefront windows are dark. Air-conditioning crackling them awake.
7:30 a.m. Open up Palate. The smell of brisket wafts across the street from Fuel BBQ.
7:45 a.m. Early-morning customers linger outside. One of them helps me unfold the side-lot tables. Talk about eager beavers.