As soon as dusk emerges, I feel drawn to my stove for dinner preparation. I don’t know why I’m wired like a clock set for twilight – could it be a motherly primal yearn or maybe my family pattern or am I simply hungry as the evening draws near? Either way, dinner at my house is usually at dusk.
Of course dusk varies with the time of year and therefore so does the dinner time at our house. In the winter, we have cooked, eaten and cleaned up before the clock strikes 6. But as we look ahead to summer, and with Daylight Saving Time approaching, I can already foresee myself reluctantly setting the table at 7:30 p.m. for dinner at 8. My kids often come to the table during these warm sultry evenings starved and grouchy wondering why we always have to eat so late. But I just can’t help it — I’m hardwired this way.
As I’m trying to stay positive and survive these last few weeks of winter, I can at least say that my family has usually fully digested dinner before bedtime because of the early encroachment of the evening, something the experts hail as a healthier choice. I compensate for this time difference in the summer by presenting a lighter fare with less calories and a quickly digestible dinner offering.
I wonder though as I peruse geographies that may tempt me in my retirement years whether a warm and sunny climate will make us unpopular and friendless. I can already hear our new retirement friends and neighbors in the tropical climate I’m seeking to live saying: “We’re not ever going to dinner at their house – they don’t eat till 9 and that’s way after my bedtime!”
Do you find family dinners get pushed back in your household as well due to the longer days?