OK, lemme tell you about my Martha day.
Was dying for a Cuban. Sandwich. Never made one before, no worries, I'm good at new stuff. no pannini press, one cast iron skillet...hmmm, how am I going to press these buggers...ah! Alton Brown, my hero, foil wrapped bricks. Got bricks, got foil, rock on.
Fresh baguette, spicy mustard, ham, thin sliced pork loin, swiss, pickles, dab of butter....wrap and roll the sammies. Nice. Oven set to 400....now, the near death experience.....Decided to lay the pretty wrapped sammies in the cast iron skillet and carry them to the oven to smash the foil wrapped bricks on them to cook. Start pressing... on the open oven door...Bolt SNAPS on the double oven and as the burning hot thing starts for my head, I scream. The whole oven popped out of the wall and about landed on me. Can she cook? oh yeah. Has she brains? oh no. Is there a carpenter in the house? I need a new oven mount.....
Yeah, Sarah ain't so bright. Kind of wish someone from AFV was there to capture it, I would have won the 100k.
(i decided it was best to relocate the skillet and the bricks to the counter for pressing and THEN put the cubans in the oven...der)
But they were awesome.
Who Wants A Cuban? Sandwich.
