Do you say supper or dinner for the last meal of the day? Me? I’m a little bit of both.
Mamaw was firm: it was supper, plain and simple. But Mama? She called it dinner. So I grew up bouncing between the two, saying whichever one flew out of my mouth first. I haven’t changed much.
For a while, I chalked the difference up to geography. Mamaw was from the mountains of WNC, and Mama grew up down in SENC. But that theory didn’t hold for long—Brandon’s folks say supper, and most of my cousins in New Hanover and Brunswick counties do too.
Eventually, I got curious: how did we end up with two different words for the same meal? So I did what any smart Southern girl with a question does—I pulled up Google and let my fingers do the digging.
Turns out, dinner comes from the Old French word disner, meaning “to dine.” Back in the day, it referred to the biggest, most formal meal—served around midday.
Supper also has French roots, from the word souper. That one described the lighter evening meal, often something simple like soup—more casual, more homey.
I couldn’t find a solid answer on why dinner is more common outside the South—or why it tends to show up more in cities than in the country. But I’ve got a hunch: maybe Southerners held onto supper because of its ties to tradition, even faith. I mean, think about it—the Last Supper, not the Last Dinner.
And while I still use both, I have to admit—I’m partial to Mamaw’s version. Supper just sounds more Southern. More rooted. More like cornbread and sweet tea and sitting around the table long after the food’s gone, still talking.














That is so cool. I always used breakfast, dinner and supper the way my parents and gramma and grampa did. I had never heard of lunch and dinner as formal meal names in that order until I went to school and met the northern kids. There is something to be said for the joy of growing up in small town rural NC. I have been lucky enough to travel all over the US and a few other countries and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else other than NC.
You and me both. Dorothy was right: there’s no place like home. <3