As a kid, my regular Monday night dinner was leftover chicken from Sunday, with chips and gravy.
I was reminded of it recently, 60 years later, when a guy on another table in a restaurant ordered chicken and chips, and asked if it would be possible to have a pot of gravy to go with it....
What happened to those trifle sponge fingers with the sugary outer coating, that used to exist when I was a kid? Trifle with those in was brilliant.
Final thought: treacle pudding and thick, thick custard. (Rather out of bounds to me now, as I am diabetic!!!!)