We were poor as all hell, but I was relatively fortunate that my parents could at least cook basic stuff, and we had a deep fryer which they very rarely if ever changed the oil in, homefries were a staple.
a lot of home made pizza, with sliced up dill pickles and sliced up hot dogs on them.
for lunch we'd eat dill pickles with cheese whiz on white or cheese whiz and bananas on white.
We ate a lot of bread, and even kept a garden where we'd grow fresh peas and corn, tiny tim tomatoes and otherstuff I can't remember too well, but those peas were the best peas i've ever had and likely ever will. We were on a well so we didn't water the garden, which while the yields were lower, honestly, we didn't have to weed them at all.
But we didn't have much meat in the house, just cold meat at most which reserved for school lunches, no chicken, no pork aside from hot dogs, but sloppy joes or chili with ground beef was fairly rare, usually when my father wasnt home.
My father has some weird enzyme issue with meats, probably lyme disease but i dunno, but he'd insist on getting his bacon so he'd eat it absolutely charred black, there was no meat left to it, it was far beyond what most people would consider ruined, it was bitter as all hell and didn't even taste like bacon, a total fucking waste.
he also ate canned peas with ketchup on toast, and a bunch of other weird stupid shit that didn't taste good and clearly had no particular amount of nutritional value.
honestly I had it pretty rough as a kid, but food was one of the few pleasures we could expect, because we'd be taking part in making it for a lot of it, and my mother did try very hard.
well as long as you can look past the fries fried in ancient rancid oil, but what can ya do
I also remember having salad dressings in that fridge for many years in a row which never got cleared out because we never ate salads, so when they would get used you'd have a hell of a choice selection but you'd have to sniff them to make sure.