Sep 24, 201201:36 PMFood & Dining
Tasty Tidbits and Food For Thought
Having A (Soccer) Ball
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It’s September and fall sports are upon us. Parents with kids in sports are spending a few Saturdays a month rising at dawn, navigating to far off towns, transporting our athletic children to various sports events.
It’s often a thankless job, and parents give up significant portions of precious weekend time to make long drives for a hopeful win in a far away field with few other home team spectators. I am one of those parents. Being that my daughter’s team is playing in a few interesting places this season, I thought I might use the opportunity to take a few side trips to some new food destinations.
This week’s soccer game was in Walker Township, between Port Royal and Mifflintown.
Saturday morning we rose at 6:30 am to be there at 8:30 am.
We passed through Carlisle and followed Route 74 over the foggy mountaintop, descended into Perry County, and cruised along the rolling curves of a road which made me wish I was on a motorcycle. The country scenery was speckled with yellow, greens and a few touches of orange, betraying a hint of the emerging autumn.
When we were almost at the soccer field, we passed through the small town of Port Royal.
I spied a farmer’s market next to a gas station on the square, and a plume of smoke rising from a grill, which I hoped might be fresh sausage. I quickly found the soccer field in time to drop my teenager off for the warm up and headed back to the square, under the guise of needing gas, but thinking I might pick up a morning treat as well.
After gassing up, I headed back to the square. There was no sausage; just chicken grilling for the lunchtime rush. But the tiny farmer’s market was filled with other curious attractions, including a live pet turkey, various food and flea market style stands, and a view of the Pleasant Valley Express train which was parked across the street.
I perused the flea market stands looking for vintage cookware with no luck. I bought a pumpkin roll for later, and a fresh glazed donut with coffee and headed back to the game.
At about 10:30 am the game was over. A few kids asked their parents to take them to McDonald’s. I briefly considered going with the crowd, but I just couldn’t bear it and the teen didn’t ask. So I turned the car in the direction of Mifflintown, where I had read about a Latin Restaurant called Lidia’s Latin Food.