I had a special request that I post to my blog. Sorry, peeps. I have no good excuse for not posting. Sometimes I feel like I have nothing to say, but someone out there must enjoy my commentary. We have been enjoying this beautiful summer. Working, walking, jogging, biking, and just being in love with each other. (Me and Jim and Trooper.)
A few weeks ago I meant to post about a Pioneer Woman recipe that I made: Sloppy Joe's. I made the meat (would you call that the Joe?) before work so that Jim could reheat it. I also put in a special request to butter the buns and grill them on the griddle pan just as Ree advises. This was a key step. Butter griddling (is that a verb?) is so much better than toasting in the toaster. In my humble opinion. This would also be a good freezer meal. Much better than the weird Sloppy Joe mixes at the store.
Which makes me want to confess to you. In case you didn't know, I am a grocery shopping snob and I love, love, love seeing what other people buy at the grocery store. I know I'm totally being an elitist shopper and I'm pretty sure The Onion made fun of me in an article I posted on Facebook a few months back. But don't you love seeing what people pay money to eat? You might be at Super Target and the person in front of you is buying 10 cans of Spaghetti O's. Or 12 boxes of Pop Tarts. Or Manwich. I'm so intrigued and I know I stare and am really rude, but I can't help it. I like to think I'm like the Margaret Mead of my local grocery stores, but really I know I'm just being judgemental. Sorry. You can all eat what you want. I bet the person with the Pop Tarts is staring at my food thinking, "What is she buying?!"
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