When I was a kid and my mother made chicken or turkey, my sister and I got to break the breastbone. Or wishbone as we liked to call it. Whomever scored the keel bone got their wish.
It's weird, but I can't make myself throw these things away. So if you ever come to my house and are in need of some luck, some mojo, or just want a bit of friendly competition, Just ask. Seriously. These things are starting to pile up.
We bought a house once and the lady who lived there left a bunch of these behind. I think I'm good.
ReplyDeleteI have to show this to J. He thinks I'm weird for my little stash of wishbones that keep piling up on the kitchen window sill. I'm not alone!!!
ReplyDeleteI don't like them now because when I was young I always seemed to lose.
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