We don't, but when I was a kid, for a period of time, Dad came home on Thursday afternoons, and left on Saturday. He'd be starving when he got home, and the best bargain meal would be New England boiled dinner made with meaty beef stew bones, the kind with marrow. It sort of became a tradition. Since Fridays were the only really nice meals with Daddy at home, Mom decided to heck with fish on Fridays, and that was what would normally be our big Sunday dinner. That wasn't for long, but the Thursday boiled dinners kind of stuck with us for years. The only time we observed Fish on Fridays after that were during lent, and then it was fish-sticks and French fries! I hated fish, but in retrospect I realize why. When my parents were going out, it was often frozen (Swanson, I think) pot pies, again with French fries (the frozen kind that you do in the oven). When Dad pulled duties, we'd often have fried rice, because he hated (why am I saying this in past tense, he still dislikes) rice. Ironically, he loves sushi. Go figger.