Having six hungry mouths to feed on a limited budget, my mom often served Sloppy Joes as a cheap and popular meal. However, my aunt took a somewhat antipodean approach to the same meal. Since she could not stand anything messy, including food, she served us Neat Nancies when we showed up for dinner. Nary a morsel of beef nor a molecule of sauce was allowed to escape the bun. For some strange reason, the Sloppy Joes always tasted better.