Early Luxury Cars time forgot:
WE eat a lot of chicken. Since we seldom use a whole chicken I never see the ‘Wish Bone’ anymore. There was a time at our house that Shirl and I loved to get the ‘pully-bone’ (as we called it). She and I would pull it and the one who had the largest portion of the bone got to make a wish.
Wishing was a big thing to kids. At night when we happened to see a falling star, we got to make a wish. There were plenty of other times ‘wishes’ were invoked.
But the other night I made a REAL MESS of my chicken meal. I took the chicken out and proceeded to put the veggies and broth in the blender to make a ‘great gravy’, I thought. My sweet heart didn’t comment until I asked. Her ‘political answer’ was, “It is not your best!”
It was so bad the cats would not eat it. Now the chicken itself was still good. LOL.
I wished I had continued as always and thickened the broth. LOL I could not even pretend I liked it. I still cannot see why it was so bad, but it was.
Speaking of pretend, Remember the Platters? ('50s singers kids!) I can sing only if I know the words to a song and no one else is around. I have noticed it hurts me to sing in church. It is from elbows in my ribs (Too Loud, Wrong verse, Wrong song, etc).
If you have time take a listen to a beautiful voice and a song that you can tell the words.
He used my voice………………… Well I can always wish.