Well, for years there was one window airconditioner in that house, and it was in the dining room. They only ran it for Sunday dinners, and chilled that room down to the low 60s, while my grandmother sweltered preparing the meal in the kitchen.

And my family are all turkey nuts. There were at least three years when circumstances required me to attend two separate dinners on Thanksgiving day, where I ate heartily at both, so neither host would feel slighted.