When I had my DD there were a few girls who were on a roster to prepare us a meal for a particular night. It was lovely that they organised it that way so we didn't get a million spaghetties or something like that. It was one person, one day. The person who was making our meal for the particular day would ring us to find out what things we like to eat and find out what time on the day they could drop it off to us.

We had soup with home-made bread one day, chicken tacos another day (that left us with an eternal craving for mexican and now it's a semi-regular part of our meal routine). I think there was pasta another day. I can't remember all the meals, but there was a week worth that came in a day at a time.