Back to St. Lawrence…

 

Continuing west through more peckering rain and the Tablelands we arrived for the night at Trout River with the Gulf of St. Lawrence beating the shoreline just across the street. We’ll either sleep well tonight to the sound of it… or not. 

As luck would have it, a very fine seafood restaurant is only a 3 minute walk down the town’s boardwalk. It’s amazing it’s open since the population of Trout River is 508 and is on a road that is 18 km from the nearest other small town and closed most of the time in the winter. Maybe they stay open for moose hunters. Judy doesn’t care much for seafood. Do you think they’ll have moose stroganoff? I just took the photo below so the tasty bits must still be in town.

Word of the day…bangbelly - a pudding, cake, pancake or dumpling made with flour, pork fat, molasses and soda. “In the winter the stomach was frequently filled with the bulk of pea-soup floating with fat white bang-bellies.” It seemed appropriate to choose that word today since Trout River hosts an annual Bang Belly Festival. I think we missed it this year. (And, yes, they seem to spell it all 3 ways.)

Auntie has had a question hanging out there on how locals pronounce “halibut”. I couldn’t remember exactly so today I asked at the tourism office while the guys were making a bee line for the you know what. Newfoundlanders tend to drop the letter h but add it in other places. Halibut would be pronounced something like ah-la-but and run it into the next word, thus ah-la-but-crisps. Then they like to randomly add the letter h. Oven becomes hoven.