By Michael Rand
Star Tribune golf writer Jerry Zgoda will be giving you daily Masters updates live from the scene all week. Today? He takes things a little less seriously and provides his own artwork.
The Masters has its many traditions, only one of which is the annual awarding of an ugly green jacket on Sunday. There’s the family handing down of precious, and inexpensive, all-tournament badges from generation to generation. And roped seating areas where the tournament’s genteel patrons arrive early and set up their folding chairs, which are not disturbed by anyone the rest of the day no matter how long they are unattended.
And then there’s one that a Northerner just doesn’t get: The pimento-cheese sandwich. They sell ‘em — tray after tray — from Augusta National Golf Club concession stands, for a $1.50 apiece. A spread on white bread made from processed cheese, canned pimento and mayonnaise, it has been a Southern tradition at church picnics and such since the 1940s because all the ingredients were cheap and staples in the kitchen pantry. One bite and I’d say, you get what you pay for. And, according to one web site that recreated the recipe, only 35 grams of fat per sandwich. Bon appetit from Augusta.