Your story about being seriously hungry because you ate 15 minutes later than usual triggered a very fond memory of a story my late parents told me about my grandparents.In other news lunch was a bit late - 13:15 instead of 13:00, as we hung around at church rather longer than necessary, getting to know our new minister (who seems like good people!) and her family, and various other things. I normally walk home from church, but for once my husband was ready to leave when I was, so we came home in the car. Anyway, we were both seriously hungry and so lunch ended up being the sauce from Friday night's lasagne, served cold
Grandparents didn't play with eating times, at noon the meal had to be on the table (meat, two veggies, potatoes, apple sauce and dessert).
Very early in their relationship my future parents (16 and 21 at the time) offered to cook.
Predictably, their timing was off, and the green beans from the freezer were nowhere near cooked at noon. They decided that a late meal was probably worse than plating half frozen beans so everything was put on the table.
My grandfather, a farmer, ate a hearty portion and only afterwards commented that the frost must have hit hard on the beans for the time of year.
I'm completely different when it comes to eating times myself. Evening (main) meal can be at any time between 5:30 and 11 pm, and the same goes for other meals.
Today I had a wonderful onion soup with lots of grated cheese for my evening meal at work on the bridge at around 6. I wanted to have some nuts for a late snack just now, but either I ate them or my tenant did. So I made some cheese crisps in the microwave instead.