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Actually I had expected to use the subject-line "He'll swallow his nice bolus, or my name's not Preserved" - but actually I feel better today. Yesterday was vile inside and out, and I lay on the sofa and bemoaned me my fate. Quite a lot, actually. The most I managed usefully was to clean out the filters of the dishwasher. (I have actually attempted this before, but been very frustrated in a "How can they make a filter of all things such a shape, impossible to clean?" kind of way - but yesterday I was dull enough not to give up, but keep prodding and poking till the thing came apart in my hands, in an "Oooh, I see, it disintegrates!" kind of way; and so did the thing beneath it; and and and. So yeah, scrubbed filters, yay.)

Today, though, I am busy and about. It's barely one o'clock and I have made bread-dough for tomorrow and spatchcocked my first turkey and am making gravy with the bits, these for John's second-Thanksgiving meal today. Everyone brings something; I am bringing bird. Mostly because I expressed frustration at first-Thanksgiving, at how one so rarely cooks a turkey and only ever for an occasion so there is no chance to experiment, eg with spatchcocking. So he made an opportunity, and here I am exploiting it.

So tell me, this is a thing that has long puzzled me: if one extracts the wishbone of a bird before cooking it, to make the carving easier; and breaks it in the process, because ham-handed; does one still get a wish? (M'wife says yes, but she's prejudiced in this matter, being liable to benefit from any such wishing, and hence ought to recuse herself.)

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