Saturday soup is begot from all the not- fresh-any-more veges (which is a lot) getting hot in a pot before they rot to be got done on the dot to make a spot for all the fresh veges to be bought tomorrow at the Sunday markot
Saturday soup is a life hack that most old people know well. It’s intuitive. We need Saturday soup, we know perfectly well how to make Saturday soup: old people do not need anyone to tell them how to do it. (Mixed fresh vegetables, water, salt, other flavours if you want them, handy grains and pulses, optional beef or chicken stock. Just chop and cook.)
I love Saturday soup. Don’t you? It deserves its own illustrious elegy with multi-syllabic words and Homeric similes. But this will have to do.