Say one thing for logankstewart, say he loves his Dove chocolate. The smooth, succulent complexities of dark cacao and tantalizing peanut butter. The wonderful explosion of delight from a simple, yet refined, bit of milk chocolate. Each bite gives clarity to the addled senses, putting life’s impossible problems into the realm of not only possibility, but simplicity, for no problem is as great when Dove chocolate is available. Moreover, unwrapping the delectable little treats gives insight to the soul. Beneath the foil a promise waits, hand-crafted and unique, predestined for the unwrapper alone. With the confidence of the uplifting and poignant Promise, and the sense of purpose from the tickled taste buds, nothing will ever stand in the way…
Wanna guess what I had for breakfast this morning? It wasn’t oatmeal. It wasn’t a sandwich either. No, it wasn’t that! Well, I’m not going to spell it out for you, but suffice it to say that it started with a D, did a backflip into an O, transmogrified into a V and split itself apart to reveal an E. Mmmmmmm.
As a boy, I did not like Sloppy Joes. As a young man, I did not like Sloppy Joes. As a teenager, I did not like Sloppy Joes. I eat my food nice and neat, clean and simple, plain and basic. Then I started dating Keisha and her mom cooked Sloppy Joes for supper one night. In an effort to be kind and respectful, I tried them. Guhgh. Not the best thing by any means, but as time wore on, I gradually grew to liking them. Always, though, I had them made from a can.
Last night I decided to cook some Sloppy Joes, but doing it without the can of Manwich and making it from scratch. I used this recipe (super, super easy), substituting 1/4 c. of BBQ sauce for 1/4 c. of ketchup, using ground turkey instead of ground beef, and I also added a little Worcestershire sauce. The end result was exceptional. Sure, it took a little more time and effort than opening up a can of premade Sloppy Mix, but the minimal amount of work required was well worth it. It’s like Manwich is a taste of what a Sloppy Joe is supposed to taste like, but falls short of the goal. This recipe, “Sloppy Joes II,” as it’s called, was the real deal, the thing Manwich strives for. Plus, it doesn’t depend on a can full of preservatives and sodium and other stuff that’s not good for you. Actually, it transcends the generic, strange, mysteriously neon-red Sloppy Joe and becomes the scrumptious, correctly colored Sloppy Joe II, an albeit comparable taste, but different, too.
My tastes have definitely changed over the years. I remember refusing to eat things with onions, peppers, beans, tomatoes, spinach, and a slew of other things. Heck, I didn’t eat ketchup until I started dating Keisha. Now, I’m still picky on a few things (things with odd textures, like bananas or potato salad or something), but for the most part, I’ll eat what I can get.
Random Bits & Pieces
- Writing Wednesdays is tomorrow. A subplot is revealed, which you can read and mostly understand without having read any of the previous cantos.
- If you’ve not donated to fellow blogger Mattson Tomlin’s kickstarter project, you still can. He’s pretty close to reaching his goal. He’s also got a Hollywood producer supporting him now. And, if that’s not enough, or if you’re just interested and have no idea what I’m talking about, you can read an interview with him about his work by following this link.
- I’m so excited for Lost tonight!
- I need me another piece of chocolate.
- Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night!