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 View Post