There’s a factory in our small town that makes that pre-prepared stuff. Soups and entrees and sauces. Catch the wind just right, and the whole town smells like lasagna or beef stew, depending on the day of the week
Pretty much the bottom of the line for employees paying just a little more than minimum wage.
My great grandad grew up near three bakeries in Brooklyn. Silvercup, Hostess, and Wonderbread ... then down the street there was Ronzoni pasta factory. He says that like every three days or so when they’re all baking was like heaven.