There are some things my mother just never cooked when I was growing up: Meatloaf (I know, right?), Sloppy Joes, boxed anything (including instant potatoes), and anything with rosemary (she hates rosemary). So you can imagine my surprise when I first discovered meatloaf (thank you, Becky). But I’m not here to talk about meatloaf (though I do plan to highlight Becky’s recipe in a later post). I’m here to talk about…drum roll, please…Sloppy Joes! Now, I know there’s a version out there that involves a Manwich can and a pound of meat. If that’s your jam, then by all means don’t let me stop you. I mean, this coming from a mother of an 11-month old who used to only cook what came in…