Rain soaks Augusta. Pudding satisfies George.

All the rain at the Masters has really thrown a monkey in my wrench. I planned to spend the entire day following the leaderboard. But with the round postponed, I went to plan B: Lunch at the Germantown Commissary. Normally, I eat a slab of ribs and potato salad. But today I was feeling frisky and decided to get a quart of banana pudding. Believe me, nobody makes pudding like the commissary. Smooth. Creamy. Fruity. Sweet, but not too sweet. Perfection by the spoonful.