Taco Joes


If a sloppy joe’s and a taco’s eyes met across a crowded room…  If they were to fall in love and pledge themselves to each other in holy matrimony…  If they were to have a baby…  It would be -well, besides being weird- delicious.  And it would be what we had for dinner last night.  But all weirdness aside, let me backtrack a bit.

I had an awesome childhood. I grew up in camps.  Literally.  My father was (and still is) a camp manager.  All of my school-aged years were spent living at a summer camp/winter retreat site.  First at Lake Louise United Methodist Camp and then at Camp Asbury.  In the summers the lake was teeming with swimmers, boats and fishermen, and the meadow was filled with raucus camp kids who came in from all over the state. I spent the summers swimming and fishing in the most beautiful lake in Michigan and gawking at all the cute boys at camp. Can you think of a better (or worse, depending on whether you’re the child or the parent) place for a boy-crazy  teenage girl to live?  They bused kids from the city to my backyard.  The grandeur of nature combined with a fresh crop of teenage boys every week.  The advantages of living where we lived were not lost on me!

The summer also meant that my family ate most of our meals in the dining hall with the campers.  And that meant that we ate what the campers ate.  Most weeks the menu was the same and weeknight dinners looked something like this: roast beef, tacos, pizza, sloppy joes, fish night, and every night a salad bar. (When we got the new salad bar we were REALLY living.  Although I still do not look back fondly on sneeze-guard cleaning duty.)  Those meals, eaten as often as they were, came to represent my youth.  So for me, at least, pizza, sloppy joes and tacos (The holy trinity of camp food) are a reminder of  wondrous years spent sitting under the bright, blue sky on the end of the dock and dappling my toes in the cool, clean water of Thumb Lake.   So basically, pizza, sloppy joes and tacos became the ultimate in memory-associated comfort food. Kind of a lofty association for sloppy joes and tacos, but I never claimed to be sensible…

Every now and again, in a fit of nostalgia, I feel compelled to whip up a giant batch of sloppy joes.  And since, in days of yore, we fed in excess of a hundred campers at most meals, a pot of sloppy joes doesn’t look right to me unless it’s huuuuuuuuuuuge.  A couple years into marriage, I noticed that The Evil Genius was not sharing my enthusiasm for my semi-annual foray into sloppy joe nirvana.  I cornered him.  “Do you dislike sloppy joes?”  I believe he sensed that this was a pivotal moment in our relationship and wisely remained silent.  “Why don’t you like sloppy joes?”  I asked him.  He continued to stand mute.  Time passed and I still didn’t understand why he didn’t get misty eyed over a sloppy joe.  Then I got clever. “What do you think of sloppy joes?” I asked.  Caught unawares, he replied, “Meh.  It’s sweet spaghetti sauce on a bun.” Shock.  Flabbergastedness.  I had recognized that he did not love sloppy joes, but this was something else entirely.  This had to be remedied.

I tried every possible sloppy joe recipe I could lay my hands on, even *gasp* the stuff in a can. I tried making the world’s spiciest homemade sloppy joes chock-a-block with habanero peppers.  Nothing doing.  I tried making loose meat sandwiches with vinegar and onion dressing.  No dice.  And then, yesterday…

Yesterday afternoon I  sat down to read a book for just a few minutes.  I got a little lost in reading and when I glanced up at the clock I realized that it was less than an hour away from when  the family would descend on the table like ravenous beasts and start drooling and snarling at each other if there wasn’t food visible on the horizon.  I grabbed a large quantity of ground beef (*More on this later…) and fell back on what I could do in my sleep.  Sloppy joes.  BUT, being out of the all important carrots and celery and diced tomatoes I had to improvise.  I called upon another old faithful: taco flavors.  I threw some enchilada sauce seasonings, a can of tomato paste and some water in with the browned ground beef and in less than 15 minutes, I had a pot of taco flavored sloppy joes simmering away on the stovetop.  When The Evil Genius called for his evening check in before the long drive home and asked, “What’s for dinner?”  I responded, “Taco Joes,” without much hope of enthusiasm from him.  And I wasn’t wrong.  He said, “What?  Taco joes?  Alright.  Nice night…  I’ll hit some golf balls when I get home.”  In the grand tradition of tacos, I figured the toppings were just as important as the filling, so I whipped up a corn and black bean marinated salad, shredded a monster pile of super sharp cheddar cheese and sliced some luverly avocados to serve  alongside or on the sandwiches.

I gathered the crew at the table.  Based on the chilly reception that sloppy joes usually get around here from nearly everyone but me, I expected perfunctory eating, clearing of the table and darting back to the golf balls, bike riding and pretending-to-be-a-robot.  But they all loved it.  They went back for seconds.  And thirds.  Slightly smoky, garlicky, and tomatoey, the  taco-meat like flavor of the filling was perfect.  And it wasn’t even the teensiest bit sweet. I had finally done it.  After 13 years of marriage, I had finally found a sloppy joe recipe that my husband loved.  And thus, were Taco Joes born…

*Remember I said ‘more on that’ regarding the amount of beef I cooked?  And do you also remember that I said that sloppy joes needed to be made in huge batches?  Well, here’s the moment.

This last bit is going to push any of you who don’t already think I’m insane for throwing talk of entrees mating and producing hypothetical children and then eating them, nostalgia for my lost childhood, and sloppy joes into the same post, into the “she’s-a-nutter” camp.  (Camp.  Sheesh.  I just couldn’t come up with another word for it.  I’m sorry.  I’ll lay off the camp talk now.) I cooked six pounds of beef last night.  On purpose.  I reasoned (cut the snickering) that I could save myself some time on future meals by making a massive batch and freezing it in serving size portions.  In hindsight, after seeing how well the Taco Joes were received, I am very glad I made enough to feed a regiment.  Even for a family our size the (small amount of) work I put in last night yielded enough for at least 5 meals.   And don’t think you’ll be stuck eating Taco Joes for 15 nights in a row.  It freezes like a dream and makes fantastic taco meat, nacho or taco pizza topping, or meat for taco soup.  How nice would it be for you to know that you have an almost-instant meal tucked away in your freezer?  It was good enough to convert The Evil Genius, so I think I’ll win a few of ya’ll over, too.

Please make a batch of this soon.  They’re delicious and oh so simple to make. You’ll be a happy camper. (I just couldn’t resist that one.  Can you blame me?)

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Taco Joes


  • 2 pounds super lean ground beef
  • 3 cups cold water
  • 1 (6 ounce) can tomato paste
  • 1 packet dry enchilada sauce seasoning mix (available in the Mexican foods aisle or near the taco fixins.  Yes.  I said ‘fixins’.)
  • salt and pepper, to taste
  • Optional for serving: sandwich buns or bread, avocado slices or guacamole, salsa, shredded cheese, tomato and onion slices, in short, taco toppings…

Break up and brown the ground beef in a large soup pot over medium high heat.  When just browned and no longer pink, add the water, tomato paste and dry enchilada sauce mix and stir well.  Bring to a boil, stir well, and lower heat. Stirring frequently, simmer for about 30 minutes, or until very thick.  The goal for simmering this is to create a thick meat filling that holds together when scooped onto a bun.  It should not have sauce running off it, but should still be very moist.  Am I making any sense at all?  Nostalgia does that to me.  Before I make even less sense and a bigger horse’s patoot out of myself let’s just cut to the picture…



  1. says

    If I had avocados in the house, this would totally become supper tomorrow night when 354 is off for a couple days… as it is, it may have to wait until next week. But even so, yum!

  2. Rebecca says

    Kate- Thank ye! I hope you get a chance to try these soon. (We’re having them as deja food tonight…)

  3. Aunt Tuna says

    Hahaha, Lindsay and I were just chatting about the benefits of growing up at the Camp. Perhaps having weekly busloads of cute out-of-town boys carted into my world is to blame for any attachment issues I might have (of course, not that I HAVE any).

    I made sloppy joe’s last week, accidentally used some super spicy hungarian paprika instead of the regular and *had* to top them off with sour cream and cheddar chees, you know, to cool them down…:) Pure comfort, that is.

    HEY- maybe mom and I could put together some fun posts regarding the adventures in the Camp Michigamme kitchen! You know, now that we are the ones in charge with loads more culinary experience now. See what happens when you unleash the two of us plus a *professional* kitchen on a bunch of kids. Could be fun.

  4. says

    I love meals like this that can come together in no time. I never got to go to a real camp growing up… so jealous!
    These look delicious and your intro cracked me up.

  5. Rebecca says

    Aunt Tuna- I’m waiting… Mmm hmmm. I want those camp posts. And I’m wishing I could be right there with you guys flipping the ladle! “No. There are no other choices. You can have the foie mousse, roasted marrow bones and radishes with sweet butter or nothing at all.”

    Kristen- Thank you. I am glad someone liked my cracked sense of humour. I blame my children.

  6. says

    I’ve discovered the same magical formula, but in our house, we call them taco dogs ’cause we serve the taco meat in a hot dog bun with all the fixin’s. My guys like taco dogs much better than either tacos or sloppy joes.

  7. says

    Hi kids! How cool is it to be matched with another intergenerational foodblog pair. Giz and I are debating whether we should both be “mom”…I’m proposing she’s Gramma. But she’s not loving that name. Also – you have an adoptive sister blog – Hopie’s Kitchen, who is also going to be adopting a blog. So – we’ll have a whole family tree going.

    How can we tell who wrote the post – Rebecca or Valerie?

    I like the sounds of Taco Joe. The two names goes well together.

  8. bkCO JOES FOREVER says

    I been eating taco joes for 40+ years, like the evil genius, I was never too big on the sweet taste of sloppy joe sauce. then one day I thought why not try taco sauce instead. well the rest is as they say Is history. however now, every once in a while I do get nostalgic and just have to have a good o’l manwich and French frys just mama used to make when I was growing up. eat hearty and enjoy. TACO JOES FOREVER!

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