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I love a sloppy joe (or two). As a kid, my mom's sloppy joes were heavily requested for my birthday dinners. I would squish the bun down, letting the ground beef mixture tumble out. It was a delicious mess. Recently, someone pointed out to me that sloppy joes are nothing more than poor man's barbecue—a quick version of ground beef mixed with tomato sauce opposed to cuts of meat smoked slow and steady before being coated with barbecue sauce.
I am not sure I agree with this idea.