As Doris Used to Sing:
Que sera, sera....
But I hope your inquiry makes good things happen! This fridge and your T & C represent a slice of uppah-crust life that has basically vanished. There are still mansions, and there are still rich people, but very few people today understand what being wealthy used to be like.
Milady used to get a visit from the butler each morning, who had the proposed menus for the day from Cook. Herself would review the menus, perhaps changing a sauce or ordering a different vegetable, then give them back to the butler for return to Cook.
At the appointed hour, the approved menu would appear on Milady's perfectly set table, with the proper wines on hand, sterling polished to a blinding shine, flowers arranged to Milady's liking, and plates heated just so. All the lady of the house had to do was to show up - preferably in a new Dior and the latest shade of Roux Fanci-Tone blonde - and sit down.
In the sort of house that had this kind of appliances, Madam didn't know or care what color the kitchen was painted, or what dramas occurred between her approval and the staff's execution. If she had a good butler and cook, she didn't even have to check anything, because she knew it was perfect.
A much better arrangement than today's, where rich people have to acquire culinary skills to prepare the meal themselves and bear up under the presence of half-snockered guests milling around in their kitchens in the name of "casual elegance."