A Creole bakery in Belize City still sells powder buns that taste like they were designed for a boat: dry, sweet, durable. Tableta snaps. Coconut tarts weep a little in the heat. That is one map. The other is a night stall of garnaches and panades, masa fried and piled with beans, where the heat comes from onion and sauce, not from sugar.
Marie Sharp’s is the export people actually remember, a habanero line from a farm in the west. Put it on mango and you understand the snack logic: fruit plus fire. Pack sauce, tableta, and buns. Fry jacks collapse in a bag. Do not file this under generic ‘Central American pastry’ — powder buns and tableta are the Belizean tell.