My mother used to tell us about a Mormon family down the road when she was growing up. They had bus load of kids and 1 day a week was baking day. The mother had this idea that hot bread out of the oven was poisonous so they were never allowed to eat any until it was stone cold. The fact that all of her neighbors relished hot bread and survived it nicely never soaked in to her head. Oh well, her loss.
My mother was the same way. One day a week, every flat surface in the kitchen was covered with bread rising.Then you also had laundry day, ironing day and cleaning day.
