Are we ready for the Thanksgiving Vent thread?

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Anonymous wrote:Not a huge thing, but I've had major medical issues this year. I’m starting to feel better, but I have strong food aversions as a side effect of meds. I normally cook Thanksgiving dinner and love it, bur this year im ki d of just offering my recipes ans small amounts of help.

The only thing I was looking forward to and feel I could stomach is pumpkin pie which my niece baked yesterday. The first one she baked came out weird (seems likely she left out an ingredient). DH went out to get ingredients again last night, and she baked it again
I was exhausted so went to sleep while it baked. This morning I discovered they had left it out on the counter...there is no way with my health issues I can risk eating it...but everyone else seems fine, and the oven is needed for other things today

If it finished baking late at night of course it had to be left on the counter! Who puts a hot pie in the fridge. It’s perfectly safe to eat

It needs to cool for 2 hours and then go directly into the frig. This goes for all custard pies.

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My ILs live 2.5 hours away. When kids were younger, we would stay there, but as the family got larger and older, having 6 cousins sleep in the living room was not comfortable or fun. The last few years we made it a day trip.
MIL complained about how we leave so early and she doesn’t get to relax and play games with us. Fair point.
So we stayed overnight. And she played one card game and one round of Pictionary. She happened to not win either, and she quit. Me, my SIL, and our kids played several more rounds. And she complained about us being noisy.
Can’t win. Not staying overnight next year.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:My ILs sit in total silence. They speak to no one including their son and grandkids, unkess its answerin a question. Any and all socializing is torture for these people. I am indeed afraid that my kids have inherited this defect and as my husband ages he seems to be getting more like them.
My dad sits in blissful solitude because he "forgot" his hearing aids again.
My mom is telling my ILs various sob stories trying desperately to get a reaction or sympathy out of them. She will get nothing and end up tipsy on my deck, in tears, asking why I married into such a weird family.

OMG. I would love this. They sound like my type of people.
My ILs are the ones they go on and on about a distant relative or acquaintance and their poor choices.
Inevitably I get a headache 2 hours into the visit and have to take a nap 😉

[Anonymous]

Flew to Florida to visit my parents, flew back today. Before we left on Sunday, I asked DH if he turned the heat on, as it had been very unseasonably warm (pushing 80°!) for the week before, but a cold front was forecasted to come through Thanksgiving day and high temperatures to only be in the 40s today. "Yeah, sure I did."

I'm sure you can guess where this is heading.

It was a brisk 51 degrees in the house when we got home this afternoon. DH proceeded to have a meltdown and angrily demand to know why I didn't double check if the heat had been turned back on.

Sigh.

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Anonymous wrote:Not a huge thing, but I've had major medical issues this year. I’m starting to feel better, but I have strong food aversions as a side effect of meds. I normally cook Thanksgiving dinner and love it, bur this year im ki d of just offering my recipes ans small amounts of help.

The only thing I was looking forward to and feel I could stomach is pumpkin pie which my niece baked yesterday. The first one she baked came out weird (seems likely she left out an ingredient). DH went out to get ingredients again last night, and she baked it again
I was exhausted so went to sleep while it baked. This morning I discovered they had left it out on the counter...there is no way with my health issues I can risk eating it...but everyone else seems fine, and the oven is needed for other things today

The pie is fine. When you buy them at the grocery store they are not refrigerated. The darn thing cooks for 50 minutes, it’s safe to eat.

I'm immunosuppressed and spent several months barely able to leave my house. I'm not taking the risk.

It’s not a risk but keep being dramatic if it makes you feel better

Also DH should have just bought you a pie when he went out to get more ingredients for niece. Sorry you were sick but you seem to be wallowing in it. It reminds me of the Thanksgiving where SIL finally joined us after years of not coming only to pronounce at dinner that she had a pre cancerous spot on her gums she had removed.

Because the grocery store pie has fewer germs?

Grocery store pies that sit on shelves have added preservatives and chemicals to slow bacterial growth. Like the difference between homemade whipped cream cake and D#vil Dogs.

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Anonymous wrote:My husband grew up very different from me.
You know how you can tell you are at a Thanksgiving with Southern White old money?
Thanksgiving is at someone’s beach house with 9 bedrooms and 9 bathrooms……and the Dog show is on the big TV and they are drunk and can’t be pulled away from the dog show…

My husband’s brother and wife and boys get to stay with his parents at the beach house. Us? Nope. Husband married a girl from the hood who got 3 degrees from a top 10 school…..but I wasn’t what they approved of….not good enough. It’s sorta better now after 25 years..They warmed up to me after my daughter literally aced the SAT at 13. I guess my genetics weren’t “unfortunate” after all. Sorry. Still pissed about things said to me after marriage.

Vent over. Leaving in 18 hours……I don’t drink. Arrg.

So where do you stay and why didn't your husband say anything about staying at the 9 bedroom house?

We are in a hotel nearby. Husband will make excuses, but has gotten better about it.. If I point out things, he will snap and say it’s my fault for not something minor, like not agreeing to go to Thanksgiving 6 months in advance when I wasn’t sure if our daughter could come with us as she is in college. (Yes, these issues have caused marriage problems.)

Husband has been in therapy for years dealing with the damage from mostly his father. Husband wants to try to have a connection with his only sibling, his brother.
I have suggested he speak up about the clear favoritism of his parents and how it hurts him. Husband just says “We don’t need their money, and I don’t want it because it comes with strings.”

My brother-in-law married the typical Southern debutant. My husband’s parents are now best buds with brother-in-laws wife’s parents and they do things like take 3 month cruises together. Brother-in-law gets tons of “zero interest loans they can pay back when ever” It totals millions now. Us? Nothing.

Was he always less favored or only after he married you?

After marrying me. They are Christian Evangelicals. I am Methodist. Husband is as well…Oh, when we dated, they surprise visited my parents at their home 400 miles away and discovered O grew up in the hood. As I said, “unfortunate genes”.

This is all crazy. I am sorry this is happening.

I got a better job & Husband literally followed me to a city 600 miles away the first year we dated. He got a job 3 days after arrival.
I am almost home now…….

[Anonymous]

Libby's canned pumpkin has that classic pie recipe on the back. I went and looked at it.
It says "...cool on wire rack for 2 hours then serve immediately or refrigerate."

[Anonymous]

Steak tips PP checking in.

Folks, he is about to eat the steak tips. The rest of us went out to dinner. He declined to join us and we came home to a house that smells of sizzling steaks. I'm revolted but curious to see what happens.

Everyone heads home tomorrow. Bless.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Steak tips PP checking in.

Folks, he is about to eat the steak tips. The rest of us went out to dinner. He declined to join us and we came home to a house that smells of sizzling steaks. I'm revolted but curious to see what happens.

Everyone heads home tomorrow. Bless.

Keep us posted!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Steak tips PP checking in.

Folks, he is about to eat the steak tips. The rest of us went out to dinner. He declined to join us and we came home to a house that smells of sizzling steaks. I'm revolted but curious to see what happens.

Everyone heads home tomorrow. Bless.

I almost gave up dcum as some kind of advent thing but I’m so glad I broke down and snuck back because this is the stuff that makes it worthwhile.

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Anonymous wrote:My mom always focuses on everyone’s body type and weight. She had already asked me how much three people weigh. I always say it’s rude but she doesn’t care. It is so annoying.

How on earth would you know how much someone else weighs? 😂

My MIL is this way, she comments incessantly on everyone's weight. It makes having even minor weight fluctuations stressful because I know she will clock it and then for the next three months be telling everyone she knows that I look like I recently lost or gained like 10 lbs. I feel bad for her because it's obviously because she also pays that kind of attention to her own weight and has her entire life, but also she is totally oblivious to how toxic it is and how it impacts others.

I have managed to get her to not comment on my DD's weight in front of her, but I have no control over what she says about DD when we aren't around -- I'm certain she's discussing DD's weight with everyone she knows. I hope this never gets back to DD but ugh, it might.

The weight comments! My MIL got banned after ranking DD’s entire Girl Scout troop by weight (NOT in front of them, thank god) after we all went to a Girl Scout event while she was visiting. And then refused to use their real names for the rest of the week and just called them by the nicknames she’d made up for them, because names like “Emma” were “so unusual”. So instead my DD would be telling an anecdote about Emma and MIL would say “who? Do you mean the Chubby One? Or do you mean Big Cheeks?”.

She is awful.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Steak tips PP checking in.

Folks, he is about to eat the steak tips. The rest of us went out to dinner. He declined to join us and we came home to a house that smells of sizzling steaks. I'm revolted but curious to see what happens.

Everyone heads home tomorrow. Bless.

You hope he goes home, but me thinks he won’t be leaving your bathroom.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Steak tips PP checking in.

Folks, he is about to eat the steak tips. The rest of us went out to dinner. He declined to join us and we came home to a house that smells of sizzling steaks. I'm revolted but curious to see what happens.

Everyone heads home tomorrow. Bless.

I’m concerned for the events that may unfold in this home.
Please keep us posted.

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:Steak tips PP checking in.

Folks, he is about to eat the steak tips. The rest of us went out to dinner. He declined to join us and we came home to a house that smells of sizzling steaks. I'm revolted but curious to see what happens.

Everyone heads home tomorrow. Bless.

You hope he goes home, but me thinks he won’t be leaving your bathroom.

This is a fair concern.

He offered the steak to everyone. We are all legitimately stuffed after leftovers for lunch, restaurant dinner, and pie.

He therefore consumed them all himself.

I wish I was making this up.

The one silver lining here is that him eating them means we don't have to dispose of them -- I didn't want to be tossing rotting steak in our trash cans that won't be picked up until Monday, but I also didn't want the botulism in my fridge.

[Anonymous]

Maybe steak tips BIL has an iron stomach