Reply #16: Sounds kinda like Uncle Bert's Week-Long Stew.

[trof]

He was a bachelor rice farmer.
Lived alone in the old homestead after his parents died.

Every Monday Bert would grab whatever meat(s) struck his fancy from the freezer. He raised some beef cattle and some hogs, had a chicken yard for eggs and pullets, and hunted deer, turkeys, ducks, and geese.

He got fish and crawfish from nearby bayous.

He'd gather whatever veggies were available in his kitchen garden or, in winter, a few jars of vegetables he'd canned.
Toss it all into a 5 gallon pot and cook it up with whatever herbs and spices sounded good.
(My mom would have called this 'slumgullion'.)

Bert would eat from that for lunch and supper the rest of the week.
Breakfast was ALWAYS fresh eggs, home cured and smoked bacon, and grits.

On Saturdays, he treated himself at the local burger joint.
NOT a McDonald's, a small local beanery run by a lady who went to his church.

I liked Bert.
:-)