Sloppy Joes fall into the same category of food nostalgia for me as s’mores: loved them as a kid, and appreciate the concept in general, but now find the original versions so cloying as to be (almost) inedible. Following is my correction to the usual oversweet, sticky Sloppy Joe, no ketchup needed. To my adult palate it tastes exactly as I remember it tasting as a kid—and my daughter probably has no idea that this messy sandwich she likes so much is usually a whole lot sweeter.