The annual post where I show you my freezer

Today was the day where we drive to Iowa to meet my brother halfway and move hundreds of pounds of frozen beef from his truck to our van. It doesn't look dicey at all. It's always nice to have a moment to see and briefly catch-up with him and my sister-in-law. We've been doing this for years, and today we all wondered why we didn't plan to have lunch together as part of the festivities. Next year that's our plan. 

Some of the beef was for someone who lives in our area, but the rest was ours. This meant when we got home I had to try to cram it in the freezer along with all the other things I have in there. I'm always a little unsure it is going to work. 

But I did it with not an inch to spare.

The only thing that didn't fit was the lamb we split between our families. It was much smaller than we had anticipated, but based on storage capacity it probably wasn't a bad thing because I was able to fit it in the bottom of the kitchen freezer.

We are now back at having to plan meals around the top layer of what we see. And being careful when opening the freezer door. Frozen meat falling on your head from the top of the freezer hurts. You can imagine how I know this little tidbit of information. 

So yesterday was Wisconsin, today was Iowa, and tomorrow J. gets to add Indiana and Ohio onto the list when he drives D. back to school. Sadly, there were no bus tickets available for D.'s return trip.