Redneck Nachos

Uncle Bubba walks into the kitchen of his friend Wild Bill in eastern Kentucky and eases himself slowly into one of the wooden chairs at the kitchen table. It's been a long hot summer day of hard work and the two men are starting to think about scarring up some grub. Ain't nothin' worse than being wore out from work and then having to come up with some appetizing dinner.
"You hungry?" Wild Bill asks Bubbie.
"A bit."
"Yeah, me too," says Bill, "but I ain't starvin'... too hot. I wish we had somethin' easy to whip up that goes good with a cold beer."
"Yeah, like some redneck nachos."
Bill's head spins around and his beady eyes focus on Uncle Bubba over his glasses. "Say what?"

Uncle Bubba was working down in beautiful Dauphin Island, Alabama (yeah, that place that the BP oil spill is ruining) and ate a barbecue lunch at a little roadside stand. That was the first time he ate redneck nachos. Now get a pen and paper and write down this recipe; dump some Frito Scoopables on a plate, toss on some pork, baked beans, sprinkled with a mess of cole slaw. In Bubbie's view, it don't get no better than that.

Wild Bill laughs and says, "OK, let's do it! But I'm not so sure that you didn't just make that up."
Uncle Bubba, always the stalwart of honesty and one to give credit where credit is due pulls out his cell phone and laughingly shows Wild Bill the proof: