My dad only made one dish that I remember - EVER. Once in a while, on Sundays, Mom would clear out of the kitchen and my dad would begin the Ritual of the Western Omelette. I got something else, because I didn't like them. The thought of chewey bits of meat in eggs seemed...just wrong. Maybe I had a previous life as someome who kept a kosher household or something.

Number 1 for me is Campbell's Chicken and Rice soup and a glass of milk.

Another is soft-boiled eggs and toast. You have to get them just right, though. "Soft" means a bit of dark yellow, but not runny. Runny eggs used to make me barf. (Now, I love them.) The eggs must then be cut up so the bits are in tiny squares. Rectangles are OK, but they must be pretty uniform in size and small enough. The eggs must then be lovingly arranged on a piece of buttered toast, medium brown. In a perfect world, the bread would be round. Well, in a perfect world, it would be Mom's bread, and she baked round bread.

Cream cheese and green olive sandwiches. (Preferably on Mom's round bread.)

From later years:
Kraft macaroni & cheese - the kind with the powdered cheese; pasta with butter, garlic, onion, salt and pepper.
Campbell's cream of mushroom soup. Bat Goddess has a whole ritual involved with cream of 'shroom soup, which I've adopted since the time I was sick as a dog and she fed me it.
Pot roast was my favorite meal when I was a kid. I've made it a few times. (And lived off it for a week. It makes a nice dinner for a family and a store of provisions for a single person.)
Pork roast was my 2nd favorite, but I've never made it.
I vote for grilled cheese sandwiches, too.