Bobby's Teasin' Made Me Cook

One of the first parties I hosted in Nicaragua was attended by Bobby, that famous fella in Granada. I recall him telling me that I needed to eat like the locals. Eat more of the stuff they eat. At the time I thought "this guy's crazy!"

Well it's years later, I know Bobby well, I call him my good friend, and now I know he's crazy. But that's got nothing to do with food.

A few days ago, Bobby yanked my chain by telling me about his BBQ ribs. Now I couldn't let that go, so I was forced to play in the kitchen and turn some local beef (a bull that had obviously been kicked in the ribs a few times before being butchered) into some good old Texas barbecue.

Eat like the locals? I think not. Roger's ribs that night were accompanied by Eastern European-style cucumbers and onions in sour cream, Georgia-style cole slaw and garlic bread, and some Nicaraguan avocado (just to remind us of where we were).

Nicaragua is a paradise. You can have it all here!