Roasted Eggplant with Lemon Garlic Sauce

Looks yummy.

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roasted eggplant

I love eggplant. The only recipe with eggplant that I really liked when I was a little one was eggplant dip. Fresh on the bread is like heaven on earth. This recipe here, I discovered only this year, but I started to love it. Something different from the eggplant dip, but with great texture.

roasted eggplant


  • 2 medium eggplants
  • 6 tablespoons olive oil
  • sea salt and freshly ground black pepper
  • juice of 1 medium lemon
  • 6 large garlic cloves, minced


Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.  Cut the eggplants in half lengthwise.  Using a sharp knife cut slashes into the flesh. Don’t cut all the way through.   Put the halves onto a baking sheet.

Peel all the garlic cloves.  Crush the garlic and mix it with 2 spoons of olive oil and the lemon juice till you have a sauce.

Drizzle the olive oil over the eggplant. Use your fingers…

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Prince Edward Island Delights – Charlottetown




It’s hard to believe it has been three years since my last visit to this lovely island.  Before this I was going there every second year but many people I talk to go there every year.  It is just the thing to do and yet it is never too crowded and you can book quite last minute and do fine.

Charlottetown was named after the German born Queen Charlotte who was the consort of King George III.  Other places in North America like Charlotte, North Carolina are also named after her.  She was chosen as the wife for George as she was young and from a small town in Germany and would have no knowledge of politics or intrigue.  He told her not to meddle and she never did.  Some things don’t change.  She gave birth to 15 children.


  • Everyone admits that Union must take place sometime. I say now is the time. [At the Charlottetown Conference 1864] – Sir John A Macdonald
  • Canada was Born Here.”  Canada’s Birthplace
  • It’s an adventure in history, plus so much more.”

There was a time I thought that I may not go back there though.   On that occasion I went there and not long after arriving  some creepy cop stopped me and said that I had been driving over the speed limit.  I had missed the sign but the Trans Canada there goes from 90 to 60 for no good reason except for a few houses.  Where I live it is always 100 or more.  It is never 100 there and I suppose it should be part of its charm but on that day it was part of its harm and I didn’t stay too long that time.   It actually happened in a place called Crapaud which is pronounced Crap-o.  Beware of the crap there.

Still the draw was too strong and I eventually went back and enjoyed the land and especially Charlottetown.    This post focuses on that

I was happy with the choice of lodgings at the Banbridge Inn for once as there was no noise save some door slams.  People really need to think more about that when in public places.  I got to sit outside a few times on the porch or chairs provided.  There was even a muddy river behind us though we were technically in the city.  There were chairs there too but they were dew covered at night and early morning when I wanted to sit on them.


Out front there were more chairs and picnic tables and even barbecues and croquet.

The first morning was so warm and I sat outside and had an amazing coffee on the porch near the geraniums.  They get their coffee from Just Us which is in NS in Grand Pre.  I tried some tea which was also nice.  You can buy their products in many locations including major supermarkets but also in their cafes.

You could find lots of breakfast items in the self-serve kitchen like oatmeal and fruit and yogurt.  We bought muffins but hardly needed them.  I got to interact with the other guests and it reminded me of my travel days  at hostels.

As  like most of my trips there was a bit of serendipity.  I decided to drive through until Cape Jourimain, New Brunswick which is just before the bridge and has a nice Visitors’ Centre with restaurant and museum and viewing tower and beach and trails.  If only I’d had more time for the trails but I enjoyed what I saw.  Including a snake, rabbit and osprey nest.  You could walk up to a viewing platform and this is some of what I saw.  You can take a trail that goes under Confederation Bridge but I didn’t have time.


The snake.  I had to hurry to get this picture.


The rabbit who didn’t seem that afraid of me.  Sometimes the real trip is in the journey.  This was just a stop to eat my sandwich and use the “composting” facilities.  I had been here before but had not explored as much.  I was happy I checked it out.


There is an osprey nest here though it is hard to see.

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I learned a very interesting bit of history here when I read how people used to cross from New Brunswick to PEI in the winter on the ice. It is a ten minute drive across the bridge now.  In this time if you paid the lesser fare you had to get out of the boat and help get it across.  Mail was one important thing transported on these boats.  It was a dangerous crossing of course.  I had no idea.


It was great to see Charlottetown again and on this trip that is all I had time for as I had booked two nights at the Jazz Festival.  There was time to roam about a bit and eat and that was about it.  It was all made so easy in this compact city with easy angled parking often free or at least on the off hours.  I love that there are so many cool old buildings made into wonderful places to shop, eat or drink.

I learned on this trip that in 1866 there was a “great fire” which blackened four city blocks, gutting a hundred buildings.  This led to brick being used for buildings and that is why we have so many of these wonderful structures creating lovely streetscapes, proving that good can come from bad.


There is also a lovely pedestrian area which is important for every city to have I think.


This is Victoria Row near Confederation Centre  of the Arts which has underground walkways and a museum where you can see plays and musicals.  It has a restaurant as well.  It’s all very central but the whole place is so walkable.   I have seen the Anne of Green Gables musical in the past and this time I saw Alice Through the Looking Glass which brought me back to my childhood.  They threw candies and toys on parachutes among other things.

I had a chance to walk in Victoria park and relax on its trails and then come out to a nice view of the harbour.  P1020646


In this city picture you can see people enjoying walking, boating and perhaps even see farm land beyond.  It is all so accessible and intertwined there.

I also took a tour of an old house with Americans mostly.  I find these places fascinating as they ooze the past and you wonder what things went on within their walls.  It was a very different time with large families living within such maze like spaces as well as the servants that worked for them.  There was always a bit of luxury mixed perhaps with tragedies of the time which may or may not have been documented it seems.  This is Beaconsfield Historical House.  Lots of fancy rooms and wallpaper and staircases as they had in those times with bland servants’ quarters in the back.

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On this trip I couldn’t stop going to the Pilot House for some reason.  I usually choose variety but was afraid to ruin a good thing.  I’ve heard there are cheaper oysters elsewhere but every time I tried to go to another place it didn’t work out so  I tried them here among many other luscious things.  They seem to get so much right.

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Both nights there I not only ate in the Pilot House but also went to the PEI Jazz and Blues Festival.  I enjoyed listening to Diana Panton and the Phil Dwyer Trio.  Both acts took place in an old church which really added to the ambience.

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Luckily Art in the Open was happening by chance that weekend.  This goes from 4 – midnight.  There are various installations around the city that looked even better lit up.   Some are interactive.  I saw a fortuneteller with a parrot and people were writing things on a wall seen below.  Look for the comment about Harper who was the prime minister at the time but lost by a landslide a few months later.   One woman told me people dressed up as crows and ran to the park later in the evening and I saw a few of these too.

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Also downtown is the lovely St. Dunstan’s Basilica.

See pictures below compliments of Google.  And in this divine moment this post comes to an end.


November – Attack of the Hackmatack

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”    Camus


Or needle in some cases.  It is often the only color you can see lately.

I found this lovely poem by chance during a search for hackmatack and made me realize how the history can shine a light on the present that creates more clarity.  I can see where we came from and how we are still connected to then.  I felt the whole line of history, of how things have changed and yet not so much.  The hackmatack is still standing proud and can be viewed or used for building as needed.  It was around when Walt Whitman was writing and now I am writing about it.


The hackmatack, also known as the tamarack from the Algonquin Indians is ubiquitous this time of year.  They used it to make  snowshoes as it is a tough wood also used for posts, poles and knees in wooden boats.  It can survive to -65.  This is one tough tree so obviously it is also found up north.  But it must also be flexible if it can be made into these things.  It is the best of both worlds which makes it the perfect poster child for November.  Again today I was driving some back roads and had long views and it was the only thing visible among the leafless and evergreen background.   It is also known as larix laricina.  How exotic.

This is just the tree I need to motivate me at this time of year.  If it can handle such cold temperatures I can handle up to – 20 or whatever we will get this winter.  It is predicted to be quite warm as it will be an El Nino winter and warmer than usual.

This tree is also in the larch family.  On the way to work today on the highway that I drive on it predominated.  There were a few leafy trees still holding on to their yellowing parchment but the hackmatack was everywhere still standing proud and tall among the evergreen.  I couldn’t help but notice its burnt yellow to rusty needles standing out at all angles as it is not nearly as neat and tidy as a spruce or fir.  In its prime lately it almost lights up bronze and beckoning.  There is always something every season.

Sometimes it seems to thumb its nose at the conformist trees as it sticks out at odd angles.  It can look spindly and sparse like the last tree on the Christmas tree lot that Charlie Brown would have been stuck with.

Still who can’t love its nice golden glow much needed in the dark month of November when most other tree leaves have fallen.  It is a beacon on the road and motivation on the long road in.

It is so strange that  I found the poem above about the broad axe and cutting of trees as just this very day I was in a bookstore and overheard a conversation.  This guy has a lumberjack colouring book out now besides his camp for kids and adults learning axe throwing and log rolling and other lumberjack techniques.  He had a famous TV personality come down to Barrington which I almost got to but not quite.  They have a mill and meeting house I wanted to see.  This location is perfect for those coming on the ferry from the US.

So check out his Facebook page.  I had seen log rolling, high and low tree cutting etc.  on TV but didn`t even know it happened here and this guy has won many log rolling championships.  He sure didn`t dress like a lumberjack.  He seemed to have some style and animation.  Interesting.  You never know.

This is the time of year I no longer sit in the setting sun out back and read.  I have mostly come inside and think in the early dark after the time change.  I listen to music and it becomes a time of more writing which started two years ago and was saved long form and continued until nearly six months ago when I started this blog which was a different form of writing and thinking with pictures.  I was thinking it may be a book and recently I went back and looked at  a November posting and here is some of what I found and liked.  It is a time to figure things out but it becomes harder to make changes as it becomes colder and darker.

http://Destination Unknown So it all began on a Sunday morning drive into the city for a job I didn’t quite like though it could be argued they’d been kinder to me than others. It was a failing industry like many and others had not favored so well. One could sense the crumbs lessening and I wondered exactly how it would all shake down. I predicted the place could be closed within the year but like many things you never knew. One day all was well and then boom, change struck like a typhoon flattening everything in its path. We had few natural disasters to worry about but plenty of man-made ones in  a view point they were all based on greed and selfishness and short-sightedness as to how the future would unfold. If you can’t do it for mankind or even do it to principles (mostly now hidden in non-read bibles) or a future spawn or even from some altruism hidden deep within then what hope did we have.

At the moment I didn’t see much nor did I feel
much happiness. In fact recently I saw a Hollywood starlet type on a talk show who said she had spent a month in Africa. “They’re much happier than us” she said and I believed it. We Western types think we should be the happiest and yet know deep down that something is missing. There was a time when people could go out and buy whatever, whenever but now that time is coming to an end. Still was it the peak or the beginning of the trough? You can think you’re on top when you’re quickly just sliding to the bottom. I was cruising to work on a cool November morning with its usual clouds mixed with just a tongue sticking out hint of sun. I had hit a channel I rarely did which was some 80’s mix and suddenly it came on and I was jolted into that time not to mention into the memory of a Fringe play I had done by the same name. The song was called Destination Unknown and it hovered on the outskirts of my memory bank like a scarcely remembered dream. I later played it on Youtube a few times only to find it worm its way inside my brain like a happy sage maggot trying to give me a message. The lyrics were great and I felt like I should have written them myself.

 I still feel it was one of those messages you get from time to time. Yes life is strange and my destination is unknown. Those were the main lyrics and I’m not sure which one was more meaningful. Or what came before what. I could completely agree with these sentiments. So the trick was to figure out what it meant. Why was life so strange and could it be normal again? If my destination was unknown was that a good thing or should I be on track like many were or at least thought they were

Truth as the destination is technically unknown for all of us. We can try to put many things in place but life will do what it wants to us especially now in this time of job insecurity, poor government and environmental change. Throw in poor family relations and drugs, etc and you have a recipe for a tsunami stew.

The tamarack glows gold to bronze and another tree turns its leave backwards and looks silver.  We are Olympic winners at this time of year.