Ugh, they left it out. Big mistake.

My grandma's old recipe card actually specifies 68 degrees, which is oddly precise. Turns out butter starts to melt around 72.

Oh man, that's perfect. My uncle once tried to show me "proof" of bigfoot using a super blurry picture. I zoomed in and it was just his neighbor's really shaggy dog standing in some bushes by their shed. He still insisted the neighbor was in on the cover-up. It's wild how they just move the goalposts instead of admitting they're wrong lol.

Read it as them just trying to get more customers in the door.

Oh man, that reminds me of my friend who was carrying groceries in a downpour. Some guy on his porch yelled "It's raining, you know!" She just stopped, looked right at him, and said "Really? I thought it was the sky crying about your opinions." She was soaked anyway, so she figured she might as well have some fun with it. People love to point out the obvious when you're already past the point of no return.