Eating supper at dinner
It may shock some people to learn that I’ve never eaten supper in my life. Oh sure, I’ve hardly ever missed the evening meal, it’s just that in my house it’s called dinner, not supper. I’ve traveled to all 50 states and believe me, it can get really confusing in the Midwest and Deep South where dinner is supper and lunch is dinner.
As I understand it, dinner was traditionally the biggest meal of the day in the Midwest and Southern farming communities where the workers needed lots of energy to work 14 hour days. Supper was a lighter meal eaten in the evening after all the work was done. Dinner was also the most formal meal of the day but not in my house. I’ve never sat down to a lunch where there was a tablecloth, three forks per setting, candles or cloth napkins. I’m lucky to get a bent fork and a paper towel!
After researching the issue, I’m still confused. Is supper lunch or dinner? Two of my favorite columnists have opined on the matter. Andy Rooney said that Democrats eat supper before sundown and Republicans eat dinner after eight. But I haven’t eaten dinner after eight in my life. Russell Baker said that blue collar people eat supper, but I’ve always considered myself a blue collar guy and like I said, I’ve never eaten supper. He also said that you can tell supper eaters because they faint dead away if you serve them an artichoke.
I’m of the belief that like much in our society, what word you use depends on which side of the Mississippi you live. Easterners eat dinner after dark and call it supper, and Westerners eat supper at six and call it dinner.
If you think it’s confusing traveling between the states, you ought to go live in a foreign country like my wife and I did when we lived in Australia for a year on a Rotary Graduate Fellowship. I got to pick any university in the world to attend and if a foreign language was spoken there, Rotary would have also paid for intensive language training. Since I thought I was going to a country that spoke English I passed on the language training and for the first two months we lived there I couldn’t understand a single word they said. From the first time I heard “Areyourightmate?” to our first invitation to tea, I just went around with a blank stare on my face.
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