THROWBACK THURSDAY MEMORY TIME
I knew you were excited about this story finally finding the light of day. Back when, well, a little further back than that. Actually, a LOT further back. Okay, it’s like five and a half decades ago! Mom and dad would go grocery shopping. Usually, we kids got to go too. When we got home, everyone helped bring the food in and then I got to put it away. Oh, not just the throw it in the cupboard, separate it into dinner size for six packages and throw it in the freezer-that was simple. I got to cut up the chicken. Raw, cold, chicken. It was cheaper to buy the whole chicken than it was to buy cut up chicken. Besides-the butchers never took care how to carefully cut the wishbone piece away from the breast. They must not have taught that in butcher school/training, whatever. I learned how to cut the whole leg off, then separate the thigh and lower leg at the joint. Next came the wings and then the wishbone. Now to separate the back and ribs from the breast. Then you break the back