Very early on in our marriage, I learnt that A was a huge fan of Western Indian cuisine - a consequence, he explained, of having lived there for a big chunk of his "after-school-life".
Very early on in my role as a mother, I learnt that Anya won't try A's favorite Paav-Bhaaji unless I could convince her (or SHE could convince herself) that her 'non-Indian' classmates also ate the same thing.
This is how the "Indian Sloppy Joe" came into existence in my house. And believe it or not, it was actually Anya who coined the term. She must've been in preschool when at sleep-time one day she excitedly told me that her classmate had brought a Sloppy Joe for lunch.