My mom would make a giant batch of spaghetti and meatballs for one meal and then with the leftovers she would cook chicken thighs in the sauce. Sometimes she’d put the thighs in the sauce right from the start. The meat would just fall off the bones. It was really good. I haven’t had that in probably 40 years! I just don’t think of it when I make spaghetti.
When my sister and I were kids (elementary age) we HATED sloppy joes. I remember one night we had them for supper and we wouldn’t eat them. My dad got mad and said we couldn’t leave the table until we ate. So there we sat all alone, kind of crying, pouting, putting up a fuss. Then my sister took a bite and immediately threw up. Then I threw up because I saw her throw up! That was the one and only time my dad TRIED to force us to eat anything. I think it was a texture thing when we were kids. We both love sloppy joes now. Every time we have sloppy joes at a get-together we reminisce about that fateful night.