Did you ever have set meals by day? —We always had the same Sunday dinner.

Every Sunday we always had the same meal:

Fried chicken.
Potatoes that you mashed yourself at the table
Cornbread in the summer; biscuits in the winter, both w honey
Corn on the cob in the summer; most likely green beans in the winter.
Cantaloupe in the summer; some sort of canned fruit in the winter
Iced tea, year-round; milk, if you were still little.

What set meals did you have?

The Sunday meal wasn't always the same, but had the same theme. A roast plus. Usually bottom round (yes, it was cheap though) sliced super thin. Always brown gravy, potatoes and a veg. Sometimes a pork roast. Definitely no veal or lamb. A real treat was twice baked potato halves. Then we took our baths and played a board game or card game of our choosing (each week was a different sibling's turn to choose the game) No TV. Always brings fond memories.

Growing up, our Sunday dinners were generally some kind of roast. It could have been eye if the round (beef), leg of lamb, pork roast or a ham.
There would be potatoes, maybe baby potatoes added to the roast pan, or mashed or baked. In season, there would be fresh veggies, in winter they would be from the freezer. Mom wasn't big into baking so dessert would be something from one of our local bakeries. We were very lucky that our town had 2 great bakeries!
If it was grilling weather, then our dinner might have been whole chickens cooked on the rotisserie.

We had tv after dinner: Lassie? (Can’t remember if that was Sunday night,) Walt Disney’s wonderful world of color, and the Ed Sullivan show. I still remember vividly not getting to see the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan show because I had not eaten all my dinner. If one didn’t eat your dinner, and these were salmon croquettes, my nemesis, which I never ate because you could only spit so much out in your napkin. One had to sit at the table with the lights off, your plate of uneaten food either until you’re finished it or it was bedtime. I still remember tipping my chair back, trying to see the Beatles and begging my dad to let me watch TV. He stood firm.