Hubs is headed to The Masters today, for like the fifth year in a row - and guess who he didn't take again???? He keeps telling me how great it is down there and how fabulous everything looks - but he took my dad this year - and always manages to find a dude that wants to go with him. The year I was pregnant (and due around Master's time) his buddies went and brought him back a video they took to watch of how close they were able to get to Tiger. I'm not sure he's forgiven me.
Not only is Augusta National a beautiful place, but they also don't jack up prices of food for The Masters. Prices are super cheap and their biggest seller is the pimento cheese sandwich. They don't sell hot dogs or hamburgers, because that would produce smoke from the grill - endangering the pristine, clean and garden-like ambiance of the Masters.
If you don't know what pimento cheese is, you're truly missing a southern specialty. Hubs is supposed to bring back a couple of sandwiches tonight because the ones at The Masters are supposed to be the best ever.
We'll see...I know a couple of southern ladies that can whip up some yummy pimento cheese on white bread.