As a young child, and even as I grew up, my family had this tradition where anytime we made a roast chicken or turkey we would save a bone (located by the neck that looks like a "Y"). I think my Gramma and Papa started it and it continued in my home growing up. I'm not sure if anyone else had this tradition, its kind of gross if you think about it; you let the bone dry for a day on the counter and then two people grab an end and pull it apart, whoever had the largest side got to make a wish.
Well, I made a roast chicken the other day and I saw this wish bone and vaguely thought of saving it, but decided not to. I guess my brother found it when he went to get some chicken from the fridge and this morning when I woke up I saw it on the counter and I actually started to tear up, and then start laughing because I cried over a chicken bone, but it flooded memories of my Papa (who passed away over 4 years ago) and it was a nice thing to see that my brother still held that memory as fondly as I do.
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I remember doing this, especially when Matt and I lived with grandma and Papa. We'd always be so impatient for the bone to be dry enough to pull it.
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