I was born in 1956, working class family, seven of us, so not a lot of money. We ate one cooked meal a day, when depended on what shift my dad was working.
Weekday breakfasts were cereal. Sunday was a fry up, eggs, streaky bacon, tinned tomatoes, and fried bread.
Cooked meals were roast chicken on Sunday, leftovers on Monday (so that’s fourteen portions from one chicken, pretty near as good as the mumsnet chicken); liver and bacon; hearts; toad in the hole; stews and casseroles, steak and kidney or bacon pudding - anything that cooked for a long time, so my mum could use cheaper meat. All with potatoes and whatever veg were in season. At weekends, there would be dessert: rice pudding, a crumble, yet more steamed puddings generally jam or golden syrup, and custard.
The other meal (tea or lunch) would mainly be bread and jam, or a Dairylea cheese triangle sandwich, or homemade soup with - inevitably - bread. On Sunday, it was salad.
We rarely had snacks. At Easter, there would be one hot cross bun each for tea on Good Friday, and an egg each on Easter Sunday. At Christmas, there would be one or two mince pies and a selection box each. Every now and again, we’d get to sit outside a pub (while my dad was inside) and have a lemonade and a packet of crisps.