Sentimentally Plucking a Chicken

A while back, when I was making chicken salad for the first time ever, I actually went to the trouble to isolate and remove the wishbone. It brought back a flood of memories from when I was a kid, given the wishbone from the chicken my mother had just boiled up, and we'd do the wishbone pull and make a wish.

My nostalgia led me to grab my camera, and it turns out the late-afternoon sunlight was spilling in from the window over the kitchen sink, so I tried to artfully place the wishbone to be captured.

See: I'm much sappier than you thought I was.