Every year, Veto watches the Masters Golf Tournament with his buddies... it's a pretty big deal. They converge at The Man Shack, which is actually a super-fantastic kind-of garage structure that was specially built by Rempy, Veto's Man BFF. Inside the Man Shack, the guys watch the golf on a giant projector screen like at a small cineplex. There are beer signs and comfy chairs... and sandwiches. This year, the sandwiches were provided by me. I have to admit, it's an honour in Rempy's world to be asked to provide the sandwiches for The Shack. On Master's Sunday, no less. I kid you not. Nobody throws a party like Rempy. He takes it very seriously. Just to be considered to provide the sandwiches for his guests flattered me no end but at the same time... it was an awesome responsibility. You may laugh as I tell you this, but it is no word of a lie.
Without further adieu, may I present: the Masters Shackwiches. Also known in some circles as pressed Italian sandwiches. Whatever. They're Shackwiches now. Start with:
Big juicy bell peppers are awesome for this recipe because you will be cutting them open and grilling them. This ain't no Subway sandwich. Seriously, if Jared ever got hold of these sandwiches, he'd be back to square one before you could say "calorie reduced dressing".
Oh, and take the other half and saute them in a heavy pan with some butter and extra virgin olive oil. Get them nice and brown and carmel-y. Mmmmm I lurrve the smell of cooking onions. Set them aside to cool. Grab some more extra virgin olive oil and drizzle it all over:
... that's right! Portabella mushrooms. Don't be skimpy with the olive oil, either. It's Masters Sunday. That's sort of like Christmas to some people. We want these shackwiches to be moist and delicious.
Toss it all on the grill until it looks like:
Set the mushrooms aside to cool and get busy with the peppers... remove the outer skin that got all brown and crispy on the grill:
Now gather all the amazing meats that you selected at the deli and had the girl cut as thin as she possibly could:
Freakin' hell! Veto asks what mortadella is and the teenage girl behind the counter says something idiotic like, "it's sort of a fancy bologna"... ugh. Rest assured that Veto will not touch any sandwich with mortadella on it now.
Gather some nice sliced cheeses at the deli while you're there, even though you are incredibly miffed with the girl behind the counter:
You can also use some mayo or sandwich spread that you might like, but the use of cream cheese is essential here because it is the "glue" that will hold this masterpiece together.
The combos will just come naturally to you. Don't stress about it too much, just start assembling.
Look how tall it is! Now that is one good-looking sandwich. Really, you could enjoy it as is. But why not press it? That would be delightful.
And this is the best part of the entire procedure: I have finally determined a use for my Master's Thesis:
And other miscellaneous reading material gathered over the years... gathered on the top shelf of my refrigerator to weigh down the shackwiches with all that knowledge... until... the next morning:
The shackwiches have been reduced in height by about one-half, but better than that: the flavours have all merged and mingled into a delightful taste sensation...
I cut each six-inch shackwich in half so the guys could mix-and-match and try different combos. I sent a shackwich key with the ingredients of each listed, and I numbered them accordingly:
And sent Veto off to Rempy's Man Shack, where he would don his special green jersey that is kept in the shack from year to year... it doesn't come home. I had the easy job. Rempy's gal Ms. G had to sew the "2009" patches on all the jerseys last week. I told you, these guys take the Masters very, very seriously. And their sandwiches.
After all that grilling, slicing, sauteing, spreading, assembling, wrapping, pressing, unwrapping, slicing and re-wrapping... I didn't even know who won the actual golf tournament until I checked the website, it was some guy from Argentina. I wonder if he'd like a sandwich? I mean, shackwich?