Back in the day, I was the worlds pickiest eater. Ironically, the choosiness stopped when I had to start being picky about my food in a whole different way. (read:celiac disease.)
Sloppy Joes were one of those foods that would have to be forced down my throat in order for it to ever enter my body. As I got a little older, I would spoon on just enough of the meat on to my bread to make it look like I was eating something substantial, then i would cover it in cheese to make it down the hatch. Bread and cheese, diet of picky sick children. oui.
Over the last several years, I have had them for dinner a handful of times without much fuss, but it still was not my favorite. I probably haven't eaten a sloppy joe for a good couple of years, so imagine my surprise when I had a sudden craving for them. Like, I woke up in the middle of the night needing to eat a sloppy joe, and I was going to get it in the crockpot first thing in the morning whether I had all the right ingredients or not. Which I only sort of did.
