Back at the old house, we had a great big, normal-sized deep freeze. I wasn't gardening any more, and it had been at least three years since we butchered the last pigs. The freezer was never over half full. Cliff and I agreed that we needed to get a smaller one when we moved to the trailer house.
Now, I like to shop the grocery sales when I'm buying meat; so I knew better than to get the very smallest freezer available. We got one that holds about 60% as much as the big one we gave away. It seemed like a wise choice at the time.
Then we moved out here and I went back to gardening. Next, I bought a Jersey cow who insists on having boy babies.
Under all this is a lot of beef. The bottom two-thirds, in fact, is filled with Sir Loin. If we hadn't shared our bounty, there wouldn't be room in there for all the beef, let alone the other stuff.
I'm thinking we should have kept the old deep freeze, the one we gave away. It just goes to show that you never know what sort of turn your life will take, in small things as well as big ones.
On another note, here's a cute link I received in email. It's an ad from a Dutch department store. Have your sound on, and don't click on the ads; just sit and watch. It's in a foreign language, but it's really fun.