About 10 minutes ago, I was minding my own fucking business and then boom. My brain gives me a craving like my last name was Moorehead. Get it? Craven Moorehead. Anyway, the craving was a sloppy joe.
"Holy shit, Chaps. I haven't thought about sloppy joes in forever. Damn. I can taste it in my mouth right now, lmao."
I haven't had a sloppy joe in 12 years at least. I was trying to think about when the last time I had a sloppy joe was and I couldn't do it.
Thats gonna change soon though. I am on the hunt for a good sloppy joe but I don't want a big one. I want one on a bun that I can eat in about 7 bites. The bread has to be fresh and soft. I want 3 of those sandwiches and I want to enjoy them when Im on beer number 4 1/2. On the side, I would like ruffle chips that are fresh as fuck. Crispy as hell. Delicious.
Wait! I dont want them with beers. I want them with root beers. I want to enjoy them with my guy Carl from Barstool Chicago and have a different rootbeer with each of the sloppy joes. Man, what a day that would be.
Sloppy joes, man. Incredible.