So, who makes the wish on the wishbone at your Thanksgiving festivities? Uncle Morrie and your dad? The littlest kiddos? I know the sought-after privilege of making that wish and pulling on one leg of the upside-down-v-shaped bone causes much hullabaloo in certain households.
My husband would always tell me how there would be, ahem, "heated" discussions between him, his brother, and his cousins as to who got to break the wishbone on Thanksgiving Day. My sister and I? We didn't really get into it much, as we had a few wishbones lying around.
Growing up my mom would make a turkey dinner a few times a year...for when folks visited, for large gatherings, for Thanksgiving and Christmas. As she would say (and what I've heard over and over again from other cooks), it's a pretty easy meal to make. A byproduct of all of these turkey dinners? Many turkey dinners mean many wishbones. She would keep them all year, in a little mini porcelain pitcher that sat on the sill of the kitchen window by the sink (she said it was so they would dry out, making it easier to break when making a wish, but I think she just didn't want random bones hanging around various places in the abode).
So, come Thanksgiving, because we had more than one wishbone to break, almost everyone got to make a wish. Pretty cool, right? I can't for the life of me remember what I wished for as a kid (a new Star Wars toy? Some cool video game?), but I do have distinct memories of pulling on that bone against my much-stronger-than-me dad...and somehow always ending up "winning," with the bigger piece. (Thanks, Dad!)
Who breaks the wishbone in your house? What do you wish for?