On a sightly tangential topic, there was of course the Soup du Jour for Dinner. The great "Bean-Stealer's Dormitory" in the PM's current Parliamentary constituency had this down to a fine and economical art.
Monday was usually a clear Spring Vegetable Soup. As the week went on, evidence of the previous evening's dinner ingredients made their presence evident, for good or ill. By Friday it had transmogrified into lumpy gravy, aka Brown Windsor Soup, aka UXB leftovers. The weekend was irrelevant, as there were only 3/4 of of us genuine Living-In who were still there ... I then warned out and self-catered.