Denny and I had a nice Memorial Day weekend. Three-day weekends are so nice; they’re better than taking vacation, because no work piles up when you’re gone, since nobody else is working either and creating stuff for you to do.

The most exciting weekend event: we ordered a deep freeze. We have one in our garage right now, which was kindly given to us by my grandparents, except we tried to use it and it didn’t work. Well, the motor ran, but it never got cold. It had been sitting idle in our garage for over a year, and it’s a pretty old model. I suspect the refrigerant needed to be replaced. We decided to get a new one, because that one is much bigger than what we need, it’s old and inefficient, and it would likely cost more to get the refrigerant replaced than to just get a new one.

I don’t know why, but deep freezes hold great romance for me. My parents have one in their basement, and it was always exciting to go down there and find stuff. There were always buried treasures in the form of frozen pizzas, ice cream treats, and camera film (before my dad went digital, he stored his film down there).

Last summer we had a wonderful bumper crop of tomatoes, and I filled up the freezer with tomato sauce. I came nowhere near using all the tomatoes I could have, so this year I look forward to making even more tomato sauce, tomato soup, and maybe big batches of pesto from our basil plant. I’ll stock up on frozen pizzas and lunch entrees when they’re on sale. I’ll freeze our leftovers instead of leaving them in the fridge until they turn fuzzy and I have to throw them out.

Oh, this Thursday shall be a wonderful day. We even got free delivery, plus they’re hauling away the old one for only $20. What a country!