I gave my first lesson yesterday to a young new daughter in law; this comes, I had heard, as part of being a woman of a certain age. It helps to have a daughter in law who asks for a lesson and is open to receive. I wouldn't offer otherwise.
The afternoon presented itself rather serendipitously when our husbands and grandson decided to venture out to do some guy things.
The lesson was simple, but the bonding it provided was comforting to my soul. We spent an afternoon together preparing a turkey for the oven; this was a simple process to be sure, but one the daughter in law wasn't too sure about and I was happy to demonstrate.
Cleaning out the turkey cavities was part one of lesson number one that included a retelling of the story of an aunt long since gone who cooked the turkey with everything on board. This is a story my mom told me, and I now passed it on. A great thing about passing on lessons is passing on family stories.
We finished our family's method of the turkey prep, popped it into the oven and then watched a movie together.
The guys were back soon enough to break our quiet reverie and give us grief about the chick flick we were watching.
The daughter in law's parents were coming later for dinner. I hope they were proud of their daughter and enjoyed her meal. We took a final look at the turkey roasting in the oven, gave some final pointers about basting and tenting, if needed, and made our departure.
I can't help but think about the lessons learned from my mom and this wonderful feeling of being able to pass it on.
Our son and daughter in law sent a picture of the turkey right out of the oven, and it looked beautiful.
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