|With the Petroglyphs Park closed until Wednesday, we had two days to wait. We decided to go South, down to Presqu'ile Park on the shores of Lake Ontario. It is near Brighton, where I once had cousins. When I lived with my aunt in Toronto in early 1972, we took the bus to visit them there. And I was back in 1977 for my cousin Rob's wedding.
On our way there, we stopped for lunch at the Crossroads Restaurant in Havelock. It was run by two attractive young women, and all the staff was flashing around at high speed. We had a bite, and then were intrigued by the dessert menu. It had an entry for "deep fried cheese cake", which made Jon's eyes go wide. He sampled it, and I settled for a piece of delicious chocolate cream pie. To Hell with the low-carbohydrate diet, for this moment at least!
Presqu'ile was quite a different layout. Instead of camping in a forest glade, we were near the lake shore. With only a few exceptions, the place was full of newish RVs and holiday trailers, all seemingly owned and operated by 60-something retired yuppies. We remarked that they all had rugs on the ground to cover the unsightly grass, and most had signs, flower pots and other paraphernalia that they had dragged out to mark their territory. We chatted with several as they passed by, and they were all quite pleasant.
When we had our camp set up, we decided to go explore the beach. It was made of rocks, with a narrow beach below a small cliff, and the water was thick with green slime. We followed it around the curve of the lake, until we encountered a sign that sent us up the hill back onto land. That turned out to be a path for bird watchers, and was full of huge mosquitoes. Jon did some running, and I invoked the spirits of my Wampanoag ancestors, and we survived it.
For Aboriginal Day, I made bannock and tea, with bacon. It is ironic that those are both entirely European, white flour and sugar, salt and baking powder, with tea brought by the colonialists from India or China, and meat from pigs from the Old World. Anyway, I used the oven in Wandering Spirit's galley for the first time, and it was quite successful.
In order to participate in the RV Culture, we took our toilet-plunger drink holder, and planted it at the front of our site, with Gnorman and both Anne's bright orange signs hanging from it. One said, "Gnome Sweet Gnome", and the other said, "Leigh and Gnorman's Road Trip 2011 - Ontario or Bust". We felt like we fit right in.
Here is my version of my mother's recipe for bannock:
2 cups (500 ml) of flour (don't eat refined white flour, it's bad for you)
1 tbsp (15 ml) baking powder
1/2 tsp (2 ml) salt
1 tbsp (15 ml) sugar (don't eat refined white sugar, it's even worse for you)
1/4 cup (60 ml) butter (I used ghee, because I had some)
Mix up the dry ingredients in a bowl.
Work the butter into the dry ingredients. I use a fork. You want to get little lumps.
Add cold water, starting with a cup or so. Don't overwork it.
Press dough into your baking pan. Cut a star shape with a paring knife.
Bake for 30 minutes at 350-375 degrees F. Stick a fork in. If it comes out clean, you're done. If it comes out sticky, put it back for five minutes and check again. Repeat until it comes out clean, then remove from oven.
Enjoy with butter, jam, peanut butter, honey, bacon, or anything else that will stick to it or sit on it. Good hot or cold.
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