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Cooking With Kids- Turkey Sloppy Joes

There's nothing that says summer or back-to-school food like eating sloppy joes outside with your children. These fiber-packed sandwiches can be made in advance, packaged separately and prepared at a picnic table or at the pool.

Ingredients:


  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 4 carrots, thinly sliced or grated
  • 1/2 medium onion, minced
  • Salt and pepper to taste
  • 1 small can tomato paste
  • 1 pound ground turkey (93% lean, dark meat)
  • 1 can (28 ounces) crushed tomatoes
  • 1 tablespoon honey
  • 1 dash Worcestershire sauce
  • 6 whole-wheat hamburger rolls, split

Directions:

In a large saucepan, heat oil over medium; add carrots and onion. Season lightly with salt and pepper. Cook, stirring occasionally, until softened, 4 to 5 minutes.

Add tomato paste and cook, stirring, 1 minute. Add turkey; cook, breaking up meat with a spoon, until no longer pink, 4 to 5 minutes.

Add tomatoes, honey, and Worcestershire sauce. Cook, stirring occasionally, until slightly thickened, 12 to 14 minutes. Serve on whole-wheat rolls.

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