Every Thanksgiving in my family we would all get together for a family
dinner. We were a large family but could only afford one turkey. The
children were all at a separate table, and would have to wait for the
platters to reach us after passing through the adults. Even though I
longed for some white meat, all too often the turkey would run out
before the platters reached us, and I would not even get dark meat. We
would have to settle for hot dogs. From that experience, I learned a
very valuable lesson in life. That lesson is captured in what saying?
  Hope for the breast, but prepare for the wurst.