I don't believe that for a second, young lady!
Back on topic, a concept sure to stun the NBOF...
When I was a college student, I used to put a can or two of ravioli up under the leading edge of the windshield of my land-barge (4-door Impala), which inevitably faced South. We would fish either up or downstream in the morning then return to the barge for lunch. The ravioli or whatever else Mr. Boyardee canned for me, would be a nice, warm lunch (maybe 140 - 160 F). That was back in the day... Now I just eat a couple of granola bars and try to get my fly outta its tree.