Growing up Dad always called Lunch dinner and our evening meal was Supper. We ate at 6 pm on the dot every night. Every other Sunday Dad cooked.....started early in the morning and by 2 in the afternoon.....we ate till we popped, dining on Fisherman's stew and crusty french bread. The other Sundays my brother made the best pot roast cooked on the grill for hours. He would double wrap the roast and all the veggies (potatoes, carrots and onions) separately.