Having an Easter Weekend Food Baby, Part II: Marianne Beach and Plenty Trini Food

Why hello and happy Easter!  I hope you are in a happy fog of Easter candy and family-and-friends contentment.

So, I left on Friday night after some wine and too much food…. Which brings us to:

Saturday:  Marianne Beach and Plenty Trini Food

We woke up bright and early to pre-packed bags and sunny skies and jumped on the road to Blanchisseuse,  a stretch of beaches along the North Coast of Trinidad.  Since it’s about an hour and a half winding drive, we picked up a good breakfast on the way:

Sada roti with roasted eggplant and garlic (baigan chokha) and potato filling--size of my head

I ate about half, almost died from being too full  and of hot peppery fire, and wrapped up the rest for later.

As usual, the drive through Santa Cruz and up to the North Coast Road was full of sights:

Friendly hell- and brimstone-screaming shouting Baptists--nothing beats hearing about your eternal damnation at 9:30 am

Shaky bridges

The odd patch of green in an otherwise-parched landscape

Bobolee--effigies that go up around Good Friday. This one mocks Calder Hart, the head of the uban development company, who thiefed a whole lot of money and ran off to Florida to avoid questioning by the Integrity Commission.

Big blue open sea

Some days, the winding North Coast Road doesn’t faze me or set off motion sickness.  Saturday was not one of those days.  I was beyond relieved when we arrived:

Because nothing beats a beer at 11:48 to fix a case of motion sickness

It was a beautiful day and we got ourselves a prime spot in a little cove with a bit of sun and a bit more shade:

Where much chatting, reading, people-watching, and snoozing was had–oh yeah, and a lunch of bake and shark:

Apparently, Marianne Beach bugs like Corona beers as much as I do

After a few attempts at getting in the water, I had to give up–not only was it cold, but the currents were extremely strong.  I love the beach, but not enough to risk a watery grave.  I’ll leave that to the crazy surfers.

At around 4 or so, we packed our bags and headed back:

Families doing the Easter weekend beach lime (hangout)

The road from Marianne Beach to Maracas Beach--about the width of one and a half small cars. Wonder why I get car sick, hmm...

Neighborhood football game around Las Cuevas beach

Forest fires raging along the Northern Range--it's been a particularly harsh dry season, hence plenty fires

Needless to say, the day’s peppery/fiery/fried food and beer quota, combined with the winding road to and from the beach, do not a food-lovin’ Laura make.  When hunger eventually struck (and I was good and sand-free), I had breakfast for dinner, in this case banana pancakes with mango on top:

Wouldn’t you know it but I decided that having food babies was no fun, after three days of it?  Over a game of Scrabble I solemnly vowed that no more food babies would be had this weekend.  Did I keep my promise?  You’ll have to hang on until tomorrow’s Easter Dinner recap to find out….