The Mystery of the Missing WishbonePosted: January 30, 2016
Last night I made a creamy chicken and wild rice soup for dinner. I used a rotisserie chicken for the meat because it’s easy. I’m a huge fan of storebought rotisserie chickens. I used one for the chicken pot pie I made last week.
As I deconstructed the chicken last night, I had an unsettling realization.
I had no idea what happened to the wishbone from the previous chicken.
I texted Ian.
I put the wishbone somewhere from the last rotisserie chicken I took apart and IDK WHERE
I FORGOT UNTIL I PULLED THIS WISHBONE
No joke, people. I put that wishbone somewhere. I remember doing that, because Ian was at work and I wanted to have it so we could pull it when he got home. I had to have put it somewhere safe, because we have cats.
My heart sank and my gorge rose as I realized that one day soon, we may find that wishbone by smell.
I texted Ian some more.
Did I put it in the microwave and someone threw it away? Idk, maybe
Did I change my mind and throw it away? Idk, maybe
Did I hide it somewhere and it’s now rotting there? Idk, maybe
DID WE BREAK IT? IDK MAYBE
That wishbone is a void in my memory.
In case you didn’t notice, I am highly entertaining via text message. Borderline hysterical. At least, I think so.
And do you know what else? I still have not a clue where that wishbone is.
Last night’s wishbone, however, I do know about. I put it on a bowl in the sink while we went outside, and when I came in, Rillo had stolen it and was trying to eat it. Don’t worry, I got it away from her and put it deep in the trashcan.
BUT WHAT OF THE OTHER?
The world may never know.