When I was younger My grandmom would come over on Fridays and pick my sister an I up from the bus and she would make red sauce during the day. Every Friday was the same, pasta picked based on how the red sauce turned out, loaf of bread, fish, zucchini topped with breadcrumbs, parm cheese, garlic, and tomatoes, or asparagus with hot pepper cheese melted on top, and jug wine. Since grandmom was from Italy and raised catholic, she never ate meat on Friday. We did this every Friday until she was no longer able to take car rides, about 6 months before she passed away.
For birthdays she would make her gravy (in our family if it has meat in the red sauce it became gravy, no meat it was red sauce). Braciole, hot and sweet sausage, meatballs and a bone in pork chop or two with rigatoni, if I ever end up on death row (not planning on that every happening) but my last meal would be that.