Roasting Roatan

Ok last post about Roatan, apart from the story of us being mugged we'll write that together at some point....

Whilst living in Roatan we rented a small apartment next door to Erika that was positioned near Things favourite bar, Buena Vida, which means the good life.  This bar is run by an American couple called Joe and Wendy and if you ever go to Roatan you have to go to this bar as they are some of the nicest people you could meet.   It is in West End.  Things had become good friends with them over the 5 months she had spent on Roatan and they were very welcoming when I arrived.  They also let us run up bar tabs frequently!  Thanks Joe and Wendy!!  Anyway I digress the point of this post was to talk about a roast dinner that was requested by Erika that Things and I cooked.  Yes I did say a roast and yes Roatan is in the tropics.  Cooking in Roatan is a warm affair at the best of times and usually results in a fair amount of swetting! Lovely I know. Thus putting an oven on for 3 hours seemed like an awesome idea.  So the roast was on, Things and myself went to the supermarket got a chook, taters and some veg.  It should be said now that Erika is Canadian but seems to love British food.  One evening when I was in blighty and speaking to Things on the skype she requested that her friend would like some walkers crisps brought over as you can’t get them on Roatan.  So in the interest of international cooperation I subsequently transported 35 bags of walkers crisps from the UK to Roatan.  Good tip here, if you are travelling with surfboards and need something to pack around them to cushion them as they are fragile, crisps do a pretty good job.  So Erika was super chuffed to have walkers crisps but alas more British fare is requested so the Roast is organised.  Things was also very excited about the roast having not been in the UK for 5 months.  Myself I was non plussed as I had only left the UK 2 weeks prior but I am greedy porker so was more than happy to eat a roast.  We cooked the roast chicken with some taters and veg and it was tasty! There was even enough for Bobby (Erika’s dog) to have some.  Oh and we had a full English breakfast the morning of the roast…. Yep we were happy little pigs that day.  

by Stuff