Yesterday, I became a man. I carved the family Thanksgiving turkey for the first time.
I was lounging downstairs on the couch in front of the TV watching football, like a man should (or was it the “Everybody Loves Raymond” marathon that I was watching?) when I heard my mom shout, “Adam, we need a man up here to carve the turkey. Us ladies are helpless.” (or maybe she said, “Adam, do you want to come up and help?”) So I reluctantly turned off the game (or maybe “Raymond”) and went up stairs and confidentally went at the turkey (“Do I take these off first?” “Is that right?” “Should I cut through this bone?”)
And in the end, we had some fantastic shavings of turkey and a well groomed turkey carcas. It really was a beautiful sight. Howver, I still have some learning to do. My grandfather really is a master, leaving almost nothing but the bone behind when he’s done. Maybe next year he can guide me through the process.
Regardless, yesterday when the day started I was a boy but by the end of the day, I had become a man.