Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:We are hosting. Thermostat has to be set at 72 for the grandparents, plus the fireplace has to be on. Unfortunately, the fireplace is in the small seating area in the kitchen, and I am simultaneously cooking tonight's dinner and also baking a pie for Thanksgiving. Between the thermostat, fireplace, and the oven and stove, I am roasting.
No. They can put on extra layers.
Definitely. I have an extended family who is always cold. Last Christmas I hosted, it was 20 degrees out and I had the back door wide open. Caused lots of bickering. Thankfully my husband and son like it cool like me and we can turn down the heat when everyone leaves.
Anonymous wrote:We are hosting. Thermostat has to be set at 72 for the grandparents, plus the fireplace has to be on. Unfortunately, the fireplace is in the small seating area in the kitchen, and I am simultaneously cooking tonight's dinner and also baking a pie for Thanksgiving. Between the thermostat, fireplace, and the oven and stove, I am roasting.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:We are hosting. Thermostat has to be set at 72 for the grandparents, plus the fireplace has to be on. Unfortunately, the fireplace is in the small seating area in the kitchen, and I am simultaneously cooking tonight's dinner and also baking a pie for Thanksgiving. Between the thermostat, fireplace, and the oven and stove, I am roasting.
No. They can put on extra layers.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:We are hosting. Thermostat has to be set at 72 for the grandparents, plus the fireplace has to be on. Unfortunately, the fireplace is in the small seating area in the kitchen, and I am simultaneously cooking tonight's dinner and also baking a pie for Thanksgiving. Between the thermostat, fireplace, and the oven and stove, I am roasting.
No. They can put on extra layers.
Anonymous wrote:We are hosting. Thermostat has to be set at 72 for the grandparents, plus the fireplace has to be on. Unfortunately, the fireplace is in the small seating area in the kitchen, and I am simultaneously cooking tonight's dinner and also baking a pie for Thanksgiving. Between the thermostat, fireplace, and the oven and stove, I am roasting.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My uncle is constantly spoiling for a fight. I’m not staying at his house, but we’ll be at the same gathering.
He honestly has fought with me and his DIL over Jiffy corn pudding. We were discussing how much we loved it, and he starts in with “YOU don’t even KNOW where JIFFY MIX is FROM,” all indignant. And we both said at the same time, “It must be from Michigan.” Because he lived there for like 5 years, and anywhere or anything that is even loosely tied to him is the best thing that ever was or ever will be. And then he got mad that we “just guessed when we didn’t even KNOW it was from MICHIGAN.”
I have Jiffy cornbread mix for Thanksgiving muffins. But corn pudding sounds wonderful. How do you make it?
Anonymous wrote:My uncle is constantly spoiling for a fight. I’m not staying at his house, but we’ll be at the same gathering.
He honestly has fought with me and his DIL over Jiffy corn pudding. We were discussing how much we loved it, and he starts in with “YOU don’t even KNOW where JIFFY MIX is FROM,” all indignant. And we both said at the same time, “It must be from Michigan.” Because he lived there for like 5 years, and anywhere or anything that is even loosely tied to him is the best thing that ever was or ever will be. And then he got mad that we “just guessed when we didn’t even KNOW it was from MICHIGAN.”
Anonymous wrote:Here's mine.
We are going to MIL's.
Every time we visit her, I marvel that she still has the foot care product basket we gave her for Christmas in the mid-1990s sitting in the bathroom. It's a mix of squeeze bottle products (a foot scrub, etc.) and a wooden foot roller massager. I wonder if it is being used but I do not ask.
Anonymous wrote:My uncle is constantly spoiling for a fight. I’m not staying at his house, but we’ll be at the same gathering.
He honestly has fought with me and his DIL over Jiffy corn pudding. We were discussing how much we loved it, and he starts in with “YOU don’t even KNOW where JIFFY MIX is FROM,” all indignant. And we both said at the same time, “It must be from Michigan.” Because he lived there for like 5 years, and anywhere or anything that is even loosely tied to him is the best thing that ever was or ever will be. And then he got mad that we “just guessed when we didn’t even KNOW it was from MICHIGAN.”