I get mad cravings. Some of my days are entirely ruined because I can't satisfy a craving I have. I mean seriously, what's a girl got to do to get an extra toasted Everything bagel with a little butter?? And by Everything I mean salt, poppy seeds, caraway seeds, sesame seeds, garlic and onion. Don't try to give me a bagel with sesame and poppy seeds and call it an Everything bagel...now them's are fightin' words. And by toasted, I mean browned and crunchy. Not white and dried out. And by a little butter, I mean spread a light coating of butter on. Don't get out your boat oar to schmear so much butter on that I have to get my canoe and put on my life jacket to take a single bite.
See, I get cravings. And they are specific. And I want them to be made the exact way I dream them up. So the other day I was craving a Cuban sandwich. I've only taken a bite of someone's Cuban before. I have never actually ordered one. So I figured that I would just make my own, because that's the only way I was going to get it like I wanted it. And here's how I did it.
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