Wishbone Lore

On Christmas Day, my son Tim and I celebrated with a turkey dinner. I'm one of those AYOR cooks - eat what I cook At Your Own Risk - and this dinner was a prime example. The turkey was a shriveled, overcooked, sorry looking thing that tasted great! However, there were no drippings for the gravy, but even so, it was OK for watery stuff. We celebrated especially because it was the first time my mashed potatoes didn't come out like soup. We were stuffed!

Later, I found the turkey wishbone in what was left. Tim grabbed onto one arm of the small bone, I hung onto the other. We both closed our eyes to make our wishes, and Tim pulled. He pulled hard. We both looked at the pieces left in our hands, and both were of equal length! The top had broken off both halves and went flying (I found the tip today, which reminded me to write about it) somewhere. Both of us, eyes wide, looked at each other and said, "Uh oh!"

I wonder what it means? Do you know?