Come here if your in laws do weird crap at thanksgiving.

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Anonymous wrote:Appetizer of ham slices rolled around dill pickle and cream cheese.

Sounds yummy.

That was in a tv show can’t remember Which

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Anonymous wrote:MIL tries to sit in my seat when we're about to start dinner. She wants to sit in hostess seat. This year I will tell her to stand up and move!

Have your kids make place cards, then help them arrange them at the table. Gee I wonder why my MIL is always seated FAR from me. She tried to take the hostess seat for years, but I always made her move.

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Anonymous wrote:MIL tries to sit in my seat when we're about to start dinner. She wants to sit in hostess seat. This year I will tell her to stand up and move!

Have your kids make place cards, then help them arrange them at the table. Gee I wonder why my MIL is always seated FAR from me. She tried to take the hostess seat for years, but I always made her move.

Which seat is the hostess seat?

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Anonymous wrote:MIL tries to sit in my seat when we're about to start dinner. She wants to sit in hostess seat. This year I will tell her to stand up and move!

What is a hostess seat?

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Anonymous wrote:MIL tries to sit in my seat when we're about to start dinner. She wants to sit in hostess seat. This year I will tell her to stand up and move!

Have your kids make place cards, then help them arrange them at the table. Gee I wonder why my MIL is always seated FAR from me. She tried to take the hostess seat for years, but I always made her move.

Which seat is the hostess seat?

On a rectangle or oblong table, the host’s seat is on the short end of the far side of the room; the hostess seat is on the short end on the side closest to the kitchen. The form and function: the host has his elbows free to carve and pass and pour wine, the hostess is able to quickly get to and from the kitchen to get wine or anything else that is needed.

Guests are seated on the long ends of the table.

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Anonymous wrote:MIL has been here since Tuesday. Tuesday night, we got a Costco rotisserie chicken for dinner. I put it out on a serving platter on the counter, as I was going to divide it out, but just as I was doing that, my daughter started crying in the other room so I went to see what was wrong (she stubbed her toe).

I come back to the kitchen to finish up what I was doing and I caught MIL ripping apart the rotisserie chicken with her bare hands, like a gd caveman.

I couldn't believe what I saw. This was dinner for four of us (DD, MIL, Me and DH) and she's in there tearing it up with her dirty hands.

I was so disgusted - I told her that chicken is hers now. Luckily we live in a condo next to a full service grocery store and I went to get another chicken.

How do you know she didn’t wash her hands first? Even with a knife, it’s hard to get all the meat off without touching it at all. You seem kinda psycho. Also rotisserie chicken is way too similar to turkey, two days apart.

Using her hands to separate meat for a communal meal is disgusting.

DP. It's the only way to get the meat off some bones.

There are rules of hygiene, and there are rules of etiquette. You don't dig in with your fingers at the start of the meal, and if you choose to do so, you make sure everyone has eaten their fill, and you announce you're prepping the carcass for soup.

Sounds like they were still in food prep.

No, because I understand OP meant this chicken to be served whole, carved and eaten with sides. Not “prepared” to be incorporated into another dish.

If you tear apart a roast chicken with bare hands to plate thighs, wings and breasts, no restaurant kitchen does that! It’s quite rude and uncouth.

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Etiquette rule #987664:
Guests of note may be offered the host’s or hostess’ seat, but they should not take it without asking. Different cultures and occasions have different seating rules, so if there are no name cards, it’s best to hover until the hostess or host gestures towards or ushers you into your seat.

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Anonymous wrote:Last Thanksgiving my SIL came out of her basement and handed DH a white-and-gold wrapped gift. It was a wedding gift -- from when he married his first wife. Thirty freaking years ago. We have been together 20 and married for seven. Apparently it was a gift from some family member that gave it to her to give them and she never did? And after all these years she felt Thanksgiving with me sitting next to him was the perfect time to come hand it to him?

Is a thank you note required here? Is the gift giver still alive?

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Anonymous wrote:Last Thanksgiving my SIL came out of her basement and handed DH a white-and-gold wrapped gift. It was a wedding gift -- from when he married his first wife. Thirty freaking years ago. We have been together 20 and married for seven. Apparently it was a gift from some family member that gave it to her to give them and she never did? And after all these years she felt Thanksgiving with me sitting next to him was the perfect time to come hand it to him?

What was it?

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Anonymous wrote:Last Thanksgiving my SIL came out of her basement and handed DH a white-and-gold wrapped gift. It was a wedding gift -- from when he married his first wife. Thirty freaking years ago. We have been together 20 and married for seven. Apparently it was a gift from some family member that gave it to her to give them and she never did? And after all these years she felt Thanksgiving with me sitting next to him was the perfect time to come hand it to him?

What was the gift? Did it survive the 30 year wait to be opened?

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Emily Post has entered the chat. If your MIL takes your seat, bury yourself on the far side of the table and ask her to get more rolls, fill up the gravy boat and turn on the coffee.

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Anonymous wrote:MIL has been here since Tuesday. Tuesday night, we got a Costco rotisserie chicken for dinner. I put it out on a serving platter on the counter, as I was going to divide it out, but just as I was doing that, my daughter started crying in the other room so I went to see what was wrong (she stubbed her toe).

I come back to the kitchen to finish up what I was doing and I caught MIL ripping apart the rotisserie chicken with her bare hands, like a gd caveman.

I couldn't believe what I saw. This was dinner for four of us (DD, MIL, Me and DH) and she's in there tearing it up with her dirty hands.

I was so disgusted - I told her that chicken is hers now. Luckily we live in a condo next to a full service grocery store and I went to get another chicken.

What did she say when you walked in?

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Anonymous wrote:MIL has been here since Tuesday. Tuesday night, we got a Costco rotisserie chicken for dinner. I put it out on a serving platter on the counter, as I was going to divide it out, but just as I was doing that, my daughter started crying in the other room so I went to see what was wrong (she stubbed her toe).

I come back to the kitchen to finish up what I was doing and I caught MIL ripping apart the rotisserie chicken with her bare hands, like a gd caveman.

I couldn't believe what I saw. This was dinner for four of us (DD, MIL, Me and DH) and she's in there tearing it up with her dirty hands.

I was so disgusted - I told her that chicken is hers now. Luckily we live in a condo next to a full service grocery store and I went to get another chicken.

How do you know she didn’t wash her hands first? Even with a knife, it’s hard to get all the meat off without touching it at all. You seem kinda psycho. Also rotisserie chicken is way too similar to turkey, two days apart.

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DH just told MIL for the third time that no, we won’t be putting food on the table and passing. We’ll be serving it buffet-style from the island. She’s fighting her on this and he finally said, “No one wants to pass and pass and monitor what each other is or is not eating. We all just want to make a plate and eat.” Which has always been MY argument for hating family-style service.

(Nelson voice Ha ha!

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My mother can not handle people being late or early. So, since traffic on Thanksgiving isn't predictable, we drive to her, and then hang out in the park so that we knock on the door at exactly the right time.

Which isn't a big deal, unless it's raining or something, but I wonder if other families do the same thing.

I would think that most grandparents would want to see their grandchildren as long as possible, and would be happy if we rang the doorbell a half hour early or something.