Abundant     Seasons

I’ve officially discovered my place in the food chain: I am the turkey in the sandwich. On one side is my teenage daughter (thick slice of bread — sturdy and strong). On the other side is my mom (the other slice — soft in some places, firm in others, holding decades of wisdom). And then there’s my husband, the sauce — the spice and glue that makes this sandwich flavorful, and sometimes messy, but definitely better. It sounds delicious, right? Except when you’re the turkey,