When K. handed me this turkey sandwich at the kitchen table, the bread was still frozen. She forgot to toast it first, which led to many many laughs from O. and my decision to wait for the bread to thaw and warm up before eating my sandwich, which meant eating it in the car on the way to Barryville for S.’s surprise 40th birthday party. Remember that time your mom made me a frozen sandwich? I think it’s going to be funny for quite awhile.