I try to make a variety of things that are healthy to eat, but I never took home economics in school. I seem to have missed out on learning how to make "normal" American food, or comfort food. Since most "normal" American food is a heart attack waiting to happen, I don't really miss it. I make things with fish and chicken and turkey, and once in a while I will grill a lean steak. This may be great for my heart health, but my poor son misses out on some part of Americana. For example, we have made homemade Phad Thai, but never Sloppy Joes.
I know. What kind of a weirdo am I? How is it possible that I could be an adult and a parent and never have made something as simple as Sloppy Joes. Well, I have no idea. It never occurred to me. Alex had them at school recently and went crazy for them. I am certain that he told everyone he met how great they were and how he had never had them before, thus strengthening the perception that I don't feed the boy. At home, he saw some commercial for canned Sloppy Joe sauce, so he asked me if we could make Sloppy Joes at home. He helps me with the grocery list, the shopping, and some of the cooking, so he had it all worked out. We went to the store and bought what we needed and cooked them up. It was simplicity itself. How could I have gotten through college without learning this? I am going to have to ask my college roommate because we probably would have been eating Sloppy Joes 3 times a week. I used to go downtown to the main Red Cross when they wanted me to give blood just because they had Sloppy Joes. Anyway, as Alex was eating them, he was making all kinds of "mmmmmmm" noises and at one point said, "That's what I'm talking about!" Who knew? I guess I have been depriving my poor son of the best thing ever, but we will add it to the normal rotation from now on.
I know. What kind of a weirdo am I? How is it possible that I could be an adult and a parent and never have made something as simple as Sloppy Joes. Well, I have no idea. It never occurred to me. Alex had them at school recently and went crazy for them. I am certain that he told everyone he met how great they were and how he had never had them before, thus strengthening the perception that I don't feed the boy. At home, he saw some commercial for canned Sloppy Joe sauce, so he asked me if we could make Sloppy Joes at home. He helps me with the grocery list, the shopping, and some of the cooking, so he had it all worked out. We went to the store and bought what we needed and cooked them up. It was simplicity itself. How could I have gotten through college without learning this? I am going to have to ask my college roommate because we probably would have been eating Sloppy Joes 3 times a week. I used to go downtown to the main Red Cross when they wanted me to give blood just because they had Sloppy Joes. Anyway, as Alex was eating them, he was making all kinds of "mmmmmmm" noises and at one point said, "That's what I'm talking about!" Who knew? I guess I have been depriving my poor son of the best thing ever, but we will add it to the normal rotation from now on.
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