You know the situation - you’re in the middle of cooking up a big meal and suddenly you burn something, or you’re missing a critical ingredient, or some such. And you spring into action and find a way around it, and once in awhile, it works.
The last few days i’ve been craving a sloppy joe, so when I did my shopping last night I bought everything i’d need to make a batch - hamburger meat, buns, Manwich sauce, onions and peppers for that extra zazz, etc. When I got home from work tonight, I threw some fries in the oven, chopped my veggies, and browned and drained my meat when I opened the kitchen cabinet and discovered that i’d forgotten to buy the Manwich sauce.
Disaster!*, I thought to myself. But wait, there’s still hope. I know how to make sloppy joe sauce from scratch, I don’t need Manwich. I’ll just grab that can of tomato sauce I keep around for emergencies and… oh, drat, I used that for lasagna last month. What now?
Then I remembered something i’d read about on Wikipedia years ago - loose-meat sandwiches, a Midwest entree esssentially defined as “sloppy joes without tomato”. I’ve never eaten one before (being some 2,000 miles away from the Midwest), but I had a pretty good idea of how to season the beef to make some. I went tearing through my spice cabinet and threw some salt, pepper, beef broth, Worcestershire sauce, vinegar, and mustard powder in with the drained meat and boiled it for 15 minutes until the liquid cooked off and the fries were done, and tossed it on a bun with some pickles and a schmeer of mustard.
End result? Pretty damn tasty. In fact, better than the sloppy joes would have been. I may have made it a little too spicy (my understanding of Midwestern food is that they’ve never even seen a pepper in those parts), but I like it enough that i’m going to have to write the recipe I used down and refine it for future use.
Anyone else got a similar tale of wrenching culinary triumph from the jaws of defeat?