Usually called the doctor. Or the caretaker.

My mother made a dinner similar in to the first casserole, only we got our noodles with some utterly unseasoned, usually burnt meatballs drowned in cream of miscellany soup as a sauce. In order to make it a sauce, though, it must be undiluted AND you've gotta boil the hell out of it, after mixing the meat-balls in, thus reducing it to a sort of weird, separating gelatinous/oily substance that clings inexplicably to random surfaces. When left unstirred over heat for any length of time, this makes a lovely glue with which to near-permanently affix meatballs to the insides of pots.

Preparation: Fish a pile of dripping noodles out of their bath and slap them onto a plate, ignoring the pool of water that forms. Forcibly remove meatball/soup mixture from its pot, glop it unceremoniously over said pile, and *poof* you've got "dinner."

No peas, though. 'Monochromatic as possible' was the theme for dinners at my house.