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I remember being around the age of 10 in my bedroom when I would suddenly get a strong whiff of a
warm comforting aroma coming from the kitchen downstairs. As the nostalgia swarms my body and the
meaty notes complemented by a spiced appetizing scent start filling my mind, I immediately know what's
on tonight's menu.
Sloppy Joes.
The sound of laughter and rapid footsteps coming down the stairs as my two older sisters and I race to get
a seat at the kitchen counter. Our fathers speciality and his favorite thing to make for us. Displayed in
front of us on the center island are warm buttered hawaiian rolls, salty and highly addictive lays potato
chips, and of course, the hearty aroma of a savory symphony with a hint of sweetness, promising a
comforting and flavorful experience of none else but sloppy joe meat. Some would describe this meal as
unappetizing. For my sisters and I, these three put together were the holy trinity. As my mouth waters I
quickly put together my sandwich faster than my hands can even move. First opening the roll I slap a
thick layer of meat directly onto my bottom roll. Following the meat, a generous handful of potato chips.
After my sandwich is assembled, I put the top of the roll on and push down, crushing the chips and
melting all of the flavors together. The crunch of the chips foreshadows the delicious bite I am about to
experience. As my sisters and I feast on our sloppy joes it is safe to say my father has done a job well
done.
Thinking about it right now, the thought of eating a sloppy joe quite honestly disgusts me. This is so hard
for me to say, meaning they were such a prominent part of my childhood, but I would be a liar if I said it
sounded appetizing to me. This being said I was destined to see if this theory reigns true.
To my surprise it is so difficult to find somewhere that serves a sloppy joe. I searched everywhere online
and made countless calls and it was looking like I would have to make my own until I called my local
Diner. I explained my project to the owner, and she was so eager to help me out. She explained to me that
she has everything to make the sandwich but that I would have to bring my own chips. So, on February
5th, with a bag of potato chips in my hands, I went to the Diner. When I arrived I was seated warmly and
quickly and was speaking with the owner about the project a little more.
Within a few minutes I was presented with what appeared to be a sloppy joe. The initial look of it was a
lot less rustic then what I was used to as a kid. When I took my first bite, it wasn't what I remembered.
The feeling of overwhelming joy wasn't present like it used to be. The aromas were there, but in a less
enlightened and more dull way. Within seconds of chewing I was regretful to say; I don't like sloppy joes.
It is a funny thing really, the idea of something you once cherished completely turning you off as you get
older. I immediately felt awful as I turned to the owner and expressed my concern. With complete
understanding and openness she expressed something truly eye opening to me.
When I was 9 years old, I lost my mother to cancer. My father, a newly single father raising 3 young girls,
had to quickly “figure it out”. He came across sloppy joes, a low cost and easy to prep meal and must have
thought he hit the dad jackpot. In his eyes he did the bare minimum. In ours, he was a culinary hero. That
average Monday where I thought I was just going to be trying a sloppy joe again, I gained an immense
amount of respect for my dad. On his own he created a culinary experience filled with joy for my sisters
and I enough for me to make a memoir to it. In the end, revisiting the simple Sloppy Joe unveiled not just
a sandwich, but a profound story of resilience, fatherly love, and the enduring power of shared meals
Genre Research
Rhetorical Analysis of Travel Guides
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In my research on Sloppy Joes, I explored various aspects, from personal experiences to external
sources. On February 5, 2024, I tried a Sloppy Joe at a Narragansett restaurant and was
disappointed. The soggy bun, lackluster sauce, and mushy texture failed to deliver the hearty bite
and flavorful excitement I expected. Despite this, I recognized the subjectivity of taste and
acknowledged that my high expectations might have influenced my disappointment. To gain
insight into the origins of Sloppy Joes, I consulted an article from The Tasting Table,
highlighting its Midwestern roots and the controversy surrounding its birthplace. In a FaceTime
conversation with my dad on February 7, I delved into our family's connection with Sloppy Joes,
gaining a deeper understanding of his perspective and learning his cherished recipe. As part of a
homemade versus store-bought experiment, I compared a canned Sloppy Joe to one made using
my dad's recipe. The homemade version, prepared with love and guidance, proved significantly
more enjoyable, emphasizing the impact of personal connections on culinary experiences.
Overall, my exploration of Sloppy Joes revealed the subjectivity of taste, the importance of
personal connections in culinary enjoyment, and the rich history behind this American classic.
Background Research
In his introspective exploration, Smith meticulously unfurls the historical tapestry and cultural
resonance encapsulated within the realm of Sloppy Joes.Venturing beyond the realm of scholarly
discourse, Smith's personal account weaves a narrative that intricately intertwined the origins of
the iconic sandwich with the intricacies of family traditions and the profound sense of comfort
derived from shared experiences. While lacking the formal rigor of scholarly research, Smith's
reflections serve as a poignant testimony to the emotional underpinnings associated with Sloppy
Joes. Smith's narrative becomes a conduit for delving into the cultural and emotional dimensions
of Sloppy Joes, elevating it beyond a mere culinary creation. By grounding the sandwich in the
context of familial bonds and cherished memories, Smith offers invaluable insights into the
profound connections individuals forge with this comfort food. In embracing the personal and
emotional aspects of Sloppy Joes, Smith's account adds a layer of authenticity to the broader
understanding of this culinary classic. It transforms Sloppy Joes from a mere dish to a symbol of
shared heritage, a vessel through which familial bonds are strengthened, and enduring memories
are forged.
In Johnson's scholarly exploration, the intricate evolution of comfort food takes center stage,
with a specific focus on Sloppy Joes. This comprehensive analysis delves into the
socio-economic factors that intricately shaped the emergence and popularity of such culinary
delights, unraveling a narrative thread that weaves through the fabric of family dynamics.
Through a meticulous examination, the article not only dissects the rise of meals like Sloppy Joes
but also illuminates their profound impact on the intricate web of familial relationships.
By contextualizing Sloppy Joes within broader culinary trends, Johnson's scholarly work unveils
a panoramic overview, offering readers a nuanced understanding of the sandwich's cultural
significance. The exploration transcends the confines of a single dish, becoming a gateway to a
broader comprehension of societal shifts, economic influences, and culinary preferences.
Through Johnson's lens, Sloppy Joes emerge not only as a delicious and nostalgic treat but as a
cultural artifact, reflecting the ebb and flow of socio-economic forces and their dynamic
interplay with family structures. This scholarly endeavor thus contributes to a richer
understanding of comfort food evolution and its profound implications on the cultural tapestry of
our culinary heritage