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For those who have done this, or have had guests who do this, I am curious to know how it sits with you. For cooks who slave the entire day (me), I really don't appreciate a guest who has made two prior stops for Thanksgiving dinner prior to having dinner with me. A guest who isn't very hungry is really complimentary. I understand the blended families, or couples who want to visit both sides of the family, or this and that, but shouldn't one stop be the place where you break some real bread? Karen

For those who have done this, or have had guests who do this, I am curious to know how it sits with you. For cooks who slave the entire day (me), I really don't appreciate a guest who has made two prior stops for Thanksgiving dinner prior to having dinner with me. A guest who isn't very hungry is really complimentary. I understand the blended families, or couples who want to visit both sides of the family, or this and that, but shouldn't one stop be the place where you break some real bread? Karen As a child it was never an issue with us. We never lived near family so if we got together it was an entire logistical traveling event unto itself. We always had friends come to our home or us go to their's for TG and no one did any other meals that day. Given my druthers, I think I'd rather alternate years or days for special meals with family members than have only a couple of hours together and an already sated appetite by the time they arrive to my table.

For those who have done this, or have had guests who do this, I am curious to know how it sits with you. For cooks who slave the entire day (me), I really don't appreciate a guest who has made two prior stops for Thanksgiving dinner prior to having dinner with me. A guest who isn't very hungry is really complimentary. I understand the blended families, or couples who want to visit both sides of the family, or this and that, but shouldn't one stop be the place where you break some real bread? Karen I agree.  It's fine to stop a few places and visit with people, but dinner should be enjoyed at one place only.  If the other relatives don't agree and demand you eat, say a polite but firm It was nice to see you.  Goodbye. How much turkey can any one person put away, anyway? gloria p

For those who have done this, or have had guests who do this, I am curious to know how it sits with you. For cooks who slave the entire day (me), I really don't appreciate a guest who has made two prior stops for Thanksgiving dinner prior to having dinner with me. A guest who isn't very hungry is really complimentary. I understand the blended families, or couples who want to visit both sides of the family, or this and that, but shouldn't one stop be the place where you break some real bread? Karen This was always the worst part of the holiday season (not that there's any good part, IMHO).  When I was married (1981) we had to eat at his mom's house.  Her dressing was the worst, runniest stuff you've ever seen. Dressing isn't supposed to be so thin you can run a spoon through it. After that we went to his granparents house.  I loved them.  They were a sweet couple and she made a wonderful meal.  I actually ate there.  But I don't eat much. I get tired of people telling me I need to eat more.  Sorry, I'm full.  No thanks, I don't want any pie.  No thanks, I'm full.  Leave me alone! Then we had to go to his uncles' house.  They were so busy showing off all the catered food they had in their expensive house.  And of course his wife (no idea what she did) was too busy to cook.  So I made a show of eating a few pieces of whatever, just get me the hell out of here. Then we hit the slums.  An aunt's house.  The living room and bedroom were separated by a clothes line and some sheets.  Ever see the BW film 'It Happened One Night' with Clarke Gable and Claudette Colbert?  This was their apartment.  Where she lived with her 3 unruly teenage kids.  Thankfully I wasn't asked to eat there.  I'd have called in a health inspector first. Somewhere in the middle of all this we also ate a little at my parents house, and it was a formal sit-down dinner thing.  I do recall Mom made instant mashed potatoes.  Eeeek!  She did serve real butter instead of margarine,  Holidays were the only time she ever had butter.  She grew up in the oleo (give me that packet to make it yellow!) years. I hate the holidays.  Come on 2008!

For those who have done this, or have had guests who do this, I am curious to know how it sits with you. For cooks who slave the entire day (me), I really don't appreciate a guest who has made two prior stops for Thanksgiving dinner prior to having dinner with me. A guest who isn't very hungry is really complimentary. I understand the blended families, or couples who want to visit both sides of the family, or this and that, but shouldn't one stop be the place where you break some real bread? I know people do this, I've done it myself on New Year's Eve (make the rounds), stop in to offer well wishes with a gift of vino for the host, to share a drinky and some snacks, stay an hour and move down the list to the next friend/neighbor eventually hoping to end up at midnight at the joint with the gal with whom you want share some bubbly and a few fond fondles.   But there is no sit down dinner, just help yourself smorgesbord foods (snackipoos).  For a sit down dinner by invitation it's unconsciousable to accept multiple invites and then hop around seeking out the best vittles from various hosts... that's called being a parasite.  One should be able to always recognize these feral beasts, they're the ones you've noticed on previous occasions that never brought a gift for the host but always leave with a care package... btw, contributing a dish for the group is not a gift for the host, and if one does bring a gift for the host it is extemely rude for the host to serve it to the guests on that particular occasion).  There is really only one way to remedy this abominable behavior, never ever invite those disgusting douchebags again.  And if you do continue to invite those professional schnorrers then quitchabitchin. Sheldon

This was always the worst part of the holiday season (not that there's any good part, IMHO).  When I was married (1981) we had to eat at his mom's house.  Her dressing was the worst, runniest stuff you've ever seen. Dressing isn't supposed to be so thin you can run a spoon through it. After that we went to his granparents house.  I loved them.  They were a sweet couple and she made a wonderful meal.  I actually ate there.  But I don't eat much. I get tired of people telling me I need to eat more.  Sorry, I'm full.  No thanks, I don't want any pie.  No thanks, I'm full.  Leave me alone! Then we had to go to his uncles' house.  They were so busy showing off all the catered food they had in their expensive house.  And of course his wife (no idea what she did) was too busy to cook.  So I made a show of eating a few pieces of whatever, just get me the hell out of here. Then we hit the slums.  An aunt's house.  The living room and bedroom were separated by a clothes line and some sheets.  Ever see the BW film 'It Happened One Night' with Clarke Gable and Claudette Colbert?  This was their apartment.  Where she lived with her 3 unruly teenage kids.  Thankfully I wasn't asked to eat there.  I'd have called in a health inspector first. Even his own family couldn't figure out how to join forces and share ONE meal together? How sad is that?