So KH loves my mac’n’cheese (I admit, getting the Gouda, Raclette and Fontina in Europe gives it a bit of an edge), and my mashed potatoes. He “doesn’t like lime juice” but really likes my fajita-style burritos (the chicken is marinated overnight in lime juice). He thinks English Muffins and Rice-a-Roni are bland, but went gaga for my black bean and chorizo soup, and the chorizo-rice-egg burritos (I brought back English muffins, Rice-a-Roni and Mexican chorizo from my last US trip). Pasta with A1 sauce? A big fan.
But tonight I made Sloppy Joe’s. I found Manwich at Bobby’s, and have been waiting for hamburger buns to come in season (soft buns of any type are specialty items here, the semmel are harder sandwich buns which just won’t work with Sloppy Joe’s).
I made my own “recipe”, which involves throwing in some chopped onion and chipotle peppers to the beef and sauce.
I toast two buns, put them on his plate, hand them to him, and go to pour myself some ginger ale.
When I look again, he has topped the four bun pieces with Sloppy Joe’s and is eating them open-faced. I point out he is supposed to eat them like a sandwich. He stares in disbelief. ”But then when I bite it, all this will go everywhere!” ”yes, that’s why they’re called Sloppy Joe’s.” ”And that’s a GOOD thing?”
He likes them a great deal, but refuses to eat them sloppy. I don’t know if he is a genius or a heretic.