Last night at 9:30 p.m., my in-laws came by on their way home from my sister-in-law’s house with the object of my desire: the chest freezer.
We bought the freezer from Sarah because, as I continue to collect bags of frozen tomatoes and freezer paper-clad venison roasts, my regular old freezer keeps getting smaller and smaller. Upon returning from the grocery store lately, it’s been a feat of sheer genius just to wedge in a few more Lean Cuisines and a package of burger.
Just opening the kitchen freezer at times lately has been a dangerous proposition. Flying pork ribs feel pretty much like a big rock hitting the toes. And an overstuffed freezer can tax the appliance and affect the quality of your foods.