Not a Child Anymore

I wanted to do something nice for Todd, nostalgic, so I decided to make sloppy joes. We used to buy a can or packet of mix or something and have them for dinner, but this time I made them from scratch, from a recipe from Rachael Ray, which was really good.

Brown a little more than a pound of ground sirloin in oil (I think Fresh Direct charged me for sirloin and gave me chuck, though, because I had to drain off huge amounts of fat and the meat was more pink than red), then add 1/4 cup brown sugar and stir a bit. Add half a diced red bell pepper and half a diced onion. Cook for about 5 minutes, until soft, then add a tablespoon red wine vinegar and Worcestershire. Finish with a regular size can of tomato sauce (15 ounce-ish) and a couple tablespoons of tomato paste. Spoon onto buns and eat. I like to scoop up the stuff that falls out with those thick olive oil potato chips.

There's a reason I called this entry what I did, though. I had been mercifully heartburn-free up until the sloppy joes (it's a common pregnancy ailment). I didn't even recognize it at first, never having had it before. Now I can't eat the food I've been craving throughout, tomatoes in any form. This child is going to know what he put me through! (Just kidding)