The list of reasons that I could rattle off as to why I’m lucky to be engaged to my fiancée is long, and might nauseate a few of you. However, none seems to sicken my friends more than the fact that she has Masters badges in her family, and that I usually get the opportunity to attend. This happened to be one of those years, and I headed down to Augusta this past Sunday.
Whenever a trip to The Masters comes my way, I’m usually beside myself for the days leading up to it. Of course, I’m excited about the golf, and Augusta National is a far more beautiful place in person than even the highest of high-def televisions could hope to do justice. But the thing that I spent the most time thinking about or talking about is how many sandwiches I’m going to take down.
The Masters is an event steeped in tradition, from the Par 3 contest to the iconic Green Jacket. But the tradition that I enjoy the most – not surprisingly – is the food. If you have ever talked to someone that has been, there are always two things you hear about: How cheap the food/beer is, and how incredibly good the pimento cheese sandwiches are.
Though there are eight different sandwiches offered, all ranging from $1.50-$2.50, the pimento cheese gets all the love. In fact, if you Google the phrase “Masters sandwiches”, you have to scroll past the first four or five pages of results to read about anything OTHER than the pimento cheese ($1.50). And while I do enjoy one or two during my trips, my heart belongs to another. The mistress that I can’t seem to turn away is the oh-so-delicious egg salad sandwich ($1.50).
Oddly enough, I don’t usually eat egg salad, but I just help myself when I’m in Augusta. I think that the “food as crack” analogy is a bit overplayed, but I have to call a spade a spade: These things are like CRACK!
The beauty is in their simplicity: two pieces of white bread cradling a mixture of chopped boiled eggs, mayonnaise (or possibly miracle whip, I can’t tell), some diced sweet pickles, mustard, salt, and spices. I’ve been trying to replicate the recipe at home for the last few days so that I could share it with you, but nothing that I whipped up came close.
I think that before my day was over, I’d split time between watching Rory McIlroy’s epic meltdown and consuming roughly six egg salad sandwiches, and picking up three to take home. Of all of the sporting events that I attend, this is by far my favorite food tradition. And yes, that includes a hot dog at a baseball game.
What about you? If you’ve been to The Masters, which sandwich camp are you in? If not the Masters, do you have a ballpark/stadium food that eclipses the sporting event itself? Or do I just need to get my priorities straight?
- By Jon Watson, Food & More blog