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It's a bit like blowing out birthday candles . . . with the unfortunate possibility of having your wish snatched by whoever's grasping the other bony end. And in approximately 0.643 seconds you're intensely concentrating on a wish (or, like most of us, an untold deepest longing that you only ever summon on occasions like birthday candle blowing, shooting stars, or wishbone pulling -- never did marry Rider Strong -- sigh) and hoping your thumb is mightier than your opponent's.
A few years back, I had my first (and last) Thanksgiving wishbone pulling experience. It left me scarred, and not for reasons you might think.
You see, I actually won the bigger half! Against my grandmother.
It was an unfair match; I don't disagree. The family had gathered as spectators in my sister's kitchen to witness whether the matriarch of the family or the youngest of the cousins would claim the wishbone title. I tried with as little force possible to let her break the better portion. A woman whose fingers have clenched victories of various sorts in her lifetime just wouldn't achieve it that day.
It really wasn't so much that I got my wish but that I snatched hers. She seemed so disappointed.
"Aw, Nana, what was your wish?"
"That I'd live another year."
" . . . "
Tell me she did not just say that . . . out loud . . . in front of the entire family!? If she died before next Thanksgiving, that would loom over me for the rest.of.my.life! Not okay. Pretty certain this tops the list of things grandparents should never say to any member of the family.
She lived. 365 days later. And plus. And plusss. And plusplusplusplus. And she's still living. Thank goodness. :) We love her.
But no one lets her touch the wishbone anymore.
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When I was in my early college years, I was usually given the task of bringing such important items as the canned cranberry sauce to the Thanksgiving feast.
I was broke. The family understood.
I was broke. The family understood.
Now that I'm in a slightly more stable situation, I offer a much more worthy and promising contribution: cheesecake.
It's kinda become my signature dessert. Last year I made a Pumpkin Swirl cheesecake. What a big decadent hit. Velvety cream cheese with the familiar flavors of pumpkin and spice dancing throughout.
This year I'm making the swirly pump. again, but this time with an Apple Caramel to join it. Yum.
To make a little extra income these past few pre-Thanksgiving weeks, I started selling them at work too. Office grandeur by day; kitchen whiz by night.
I tightened my apron strings and got down to business.
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If only these pictures were scratch-n-sniff. Mmm mm.
And if our table could drastically multiply itself, I'd invite you all! I certainly would.
But please, someone bring the cranberry sauce. It's no longer my duty. ;)
Have a wonderfully delightful Thanksgiving.
Full of food. Laughter. Memories. Family. Friends.
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| Photo creds: Hostess with the Mostess |
Minus the wishbone.
