It's in the genes

I have just had a few days in Bristol visiting Dad, who is recovering well from his hip replacement and is tearing round the house at the rate of knots - nearly. Elder Daughter came for a couple of days too and it was lovely to catch up with her. We don't get together that often, due to the pace of life and volume of commitments.
"We'll have salmon for dinner," she announced, so I prepared to stick it in the microwave for a couple of minutes, as is my wont.
"No!" she protested, "You can't do that," and she prepared to give me detailed instructions for doing it 'properly.'
She likes gardening too - loves it, in fact and has acquired a wealth of knowledge about what to plant where and how to ensure that it all grows, which is a far cry from my very basic 'stick it in the ground and hope for the best' approach.
All of which left me thinking. She's streets ahead of me in gardening and cooking expertise and, needless to say, this knowledge was certainly not gained at her mother's knee, and neither was the enthusiasm.
Mind you, neither was her interest in Medicine.
However, I like to think that I have passed something on to her - let me see now...
Looks, charm, intelligence ..... need I say more?
Oh, and maybe an understanding of the benefits and satisfaction which come from sheer hard work. She certainly does plenty of that.