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I had a 216 Calyer St memory flash through my thoughts this week. I recalled the wall mounted can opener near the kitchen sink. There were at least a half dozen "wishbones" drying out as usual. I guess we ate a lot of chicken. Then I remember the squabbles over who got to break these treasures. Whoever ended up with the bigger piece won the "wish".
Well the flash came and went until a couple of days ago. Laura roasted a chicken with potatoes and carrots and onions. The epitome of a one pot meal. I scooped out some chicken and veggies. While eating my fork hit a bone. You guessed it. Wishbone! And then it came to me again, that simple memory. A second chance to recall the large family we had. Mom and Dad and brothers and sisters.
So I guess thanks for checking in. Thanks for the memories. And a PS. I broke the bone myself. I won the wish.