I am holding out for the day, the glorious day when we can trade with Cuba again.
When I used to go up to Canada I loved lighting up on anything Cuban. For some reason everything else tastes bitter.
One time I had some left over and forgot to remove them before I left. When I got to the declaration point, I remembered that I had them and figured they would simply take them away and that would be the end of it. But no. The guy looked at me like I made an innappropriate and lewd suggestion about the entire female line of his family and had me pulled over and searched; person and car. That will teach me!