W: Wishbone Soup

The Wishbone Alphabet – an experiment, of course, with attitude, life and the eponymous soup.

This is a re-post of my first ever blogged communication. It is a bit cheaty to repeat; in this instance, I am not inclined to care. It relates to a time when I lived in an even wonkier, colder, damper house, but with much less agricultural clutter.

It's a real soup. It's also a state of mind, which, if by cure we mean 'make better,' does cure everything. 
To explain, here's a brief autobiographical tale.

Once upon a time there was a wonky cottage with two tiny open fires and an impressive collection of cold damp draughts. There was no telephone, no internet, TV reception depended on the weather, and whether they could afford the electric bill. Living in the cottage was a growing family with a shrinking budget. When the gas bottle ran out they cooked on the fire. It was impossibly picturesque, so don't feel sorry for them, and most weeks they could buy a chicken from the supermarket. It was one of those value chickens; kept in crowded filth for a short miserable life and its bedraggled body injected with water to give an impression of plump health under glossy cellophane. Not the happiest purchase available, just the cheapest. In death, the sad straggly bird was greatly appreciated. Roasted with lots of cheap potatoes on Sunday, Chicken Pie on Monday; cheap flour, thick pastry; by Tuesday there were only bones left. The feasting was over. The bones were simmered into stock, and called Chicken Soup at first, which caused some disappointment, because there was only stock and the cheap potatoes. So, the wishbone went back in the pot, and the soup was renamed. Now, it had a prize in it, an actual wish. Now, it made them laugh. 
Eventually, the laughing became more important than the wish.

This is Granny Meg. She is not eating soup. She is eating a chocolate willie.


A Chocolate willie?? I wouldn't be making that face if i was eating a chocolate winkie
Teresa Cypher said…
I adore this post, Lily! I've wondered since I first visited your page, why it was so named. Sweet story :-)

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