So I was in downtown San Pedro on my bicycle, running around doing errands when all of a sudden . . . I got hungry.
And wouldn’t you know that Estel’s was closed for repairs.
I was thinking of pedaling down south to the Coconut Cafe, mainly because I haven’t been there since they moved to Exotic Caye Beach Resort and I always liked the owners — and their food.
But as I pedaled down Middle Street, the Lord took control of my bicycle and steered me to Pupuseria Salvadoreno.
Good choice, Lord. But, why? I wondered.
As the good Lord was guiding my hands to chain up my bicycle to a power pole the answer hit me like Paul on the road to Damascus: I love their four beef pupusas for $15 BZD.
With an orange Fanta, the Lord reminded me.
My eyes had no sooner adjusted to the darkness inside than the true answer revealed itself.
Holy, cripes! That’s a Dunkin’ Donuts dozen box!
“Salvadorean donuts,” said one woman proudly with a big smile.
“Ah Salvadorean donuts from Dunkin’ Donuts,” I replied, a bit stupidly as I look back upon the conversation.
Like she didn’t already know that.
You must understand, we have no franchise or fast food outlets in Belize. Thankfully! Well, not fast food in the terms that Americans think of fast food.
Just so you know . . . seeing Jesus on a piece of burnt toast is more common than a Dunkin’ Donuts box on a tropical island in Belize — with donuts still inside.
Apparently some lucky guy’s girlfriend loves him very much because she brought the donuts in fresh this morning when she flew into Belize from El Salvador.
I guess the moral of this story is that anything is possible, if you crave something bad enough, on a small tropical island off the coast of Central America. Hey, people regularly bring me the Sunday New York Times now. On Sunday!
Did I want one of those donuts? You bet your sweet bippy I did.
Did I have the nerve to ask for one? Especially that delicate chocolate glaze tucked shyly in the back corner of the box. Ohhhhh, I bet it was so light and fluffy . . .
What do you think I am?
This was someone else’s treat, even if they hadn’t quite finished the box by 1 p.m. (I could have finished that whole box of mix donuts in under an hour with two cups of black coffee to boot.
And the pupusas, as always, were delicious.