I asked Sarah is there was anything she needed or wanted from her Pennsylvania Dutch homeland. She asked for Gazebo Room dressing, ring bologna, Lebanon baloney, a shoofly pie (she was willing to settle for one of those factory-made pies but I found one from a Mennonite baker), and Wilbur Buds from Lititz. All the good stuff from our neck of the woods!
The only thing I could not get was a pepperoni pizza -- the pizzeria opened after we left. Susanne added a couple of items, and I was off and running in the Box!
|First stop, post office.|
The next stop was Zimmerman's candy and nut shop in Penbrook. Don't ask me where it is. I just look for a nearby church steeple and aim for it. I usually come across Zimmerman's on the way. If you have ever been to Penbrook, you know that it was laid out by a evil genius bent on making sure no outsider could ever navigate it.
|Crazy quilt pattern of Penbrook.|
They also have an extraordinary selection of every kind of candy known to mankind. I drooled over the non-pareils and malted milk balls until I located the buds over by the window.
Outside on the porch was growing a Spanish peanut plant. I had forgotten how much foliage there was to a plant and that the peanuts grow below the ground, like a potato, carrot, or beet. The plant was, as you can see below, pretty decorative, too.
|Hundred of candies call out to me at Zimmerman's.|
Well, the market "ain't what she used to be" these days, but there are some great meat and fruit or vegetable stands, as well as some interesting ethnic foods.
|The Box outside the market.|
Just for fun, I walked the aisles of the brick building after buying the pie, then crossed the plaza into the stone building. There I found what I'd call a food court, with everything from Indian, to African-American, to Middle Eastern fare. But no baloney there, either.
I climbed into the Box and set course for another farmer's market I know east of Harrisburg near Grantville in Lebanon County. Now how could they not have Lebanon baloney?
|Too little for me!|
On the way home from the Grantville farmers market, I stopped at the Honda dealership to see if they had the new model similar to the Box. No one looked at me or spoke to me, so left rather quickly. It was a waste of time, but I find it's always a good idea to scare the Box once in a while so he'll behave himself.
For Chloe I found a book on various breeds of horses. She is now into horsing around and will be taking riding lessons starting next week.
When I got home the postman was ringing twice, so I handed him my thank you notes for a speedy delivery.
|Ken and Cheri.|
The Box waits patiently at Zimmerman's.
The Buds Department.
Loose candy galore!
The Spanish peanut plant is on the front porch.
An new enterprise at the Broad Street Market -- and the first
time I ever saw a French accent mark on a 'p.'
These plums looked delicious!
This vehicle was parked at the farmers market entrance.
I have seen pictures of it giving kids a ride around the place.
A dwindling Lebanon baloney supply.
Meaty red tomatoes await a BLT.
As fall approaches, a floral display appears.
Who doesn't love the rich look of an eggplant?
Lettuce for that BLT.
Ollie greets us from over the door.
I rejected this book at Ollie's. I think it has a
rather unfortunate title, don't you?
Here's part of Crossroads, where we like to eat.
Susanne flashes a big smile.
She got a gyro.
I got a personal pizza. I swear I ate only half of it!
Ken and Cheri came over to say hello, then joined us.
Ken recommends this 'creamsicle' cake.
I promised you real (read: big) whoopie pies, and here they are!
Chocolate chip cannoli, probably not a genuine Sicilian recipe.