I forgot to give a Cubano update...We had a half day in Miami before returning home at the end of Spring break. We walked by the water and ate a famous Cuban restaurant on Calle Ocho. On the way to the airport we stopped at a Cuban grocery store and bought two Cuban bread loaves to take home. The guy wrapped them up for us really tight and we carried them on the plane. Sunday morning we ate them with cafe con leche (Henry Michael was lucky enough to be home and to join Lois, my mom and me in eating this delicacy you just can't buy anywhere in MN). But on Monday I look the last piece (warmed up and buttered) to Swede Hallow and dipped it into my Cubano. I'd only dreamt of that day... It was awesome!