One of the clearest pictures in my memory from my childhood is of a wishbone hanging on the knob of a cabinet in the the kitchen. There always seemed to be one drying out and waiting for us to choose a side, pull and see who got to make a wish.
I've got to admit, I don't roast whole chickens or turkeys very often. Organic chickens are rather scrawny and expensive if all you really want is the breast meat. But my kids LOVE the wish bone. And they're always thrilled when they see one hanging on our cabinet door pull.
They lucked out this week. My son's school has a school wide Thanksgiving feast the Tuesday before the holiday break. It was his class's turn to provide the paper goods, drinks and turkey. I volunteered to make two turkey breasts...with a few selfish alterior motives.
And for those of you who see me on a regular basis...the wishbone reminds me of my mom and that's why the necklace I wear most often is a silver wishbone. XO