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As an aggressive shopper I now only buy certain foods when they are BOGOs or very low-priced and freeze what I can. I'm also now making big batches of some of our favorite foods and freezing them in meal-size portions, as well as blanching extra veggies from the garden to freeze and preserve them. Did I mention I'm making my own sugarfree dairy-free ice cream, too? Meanwhile, my guy likes to root around for his ice cream, waffles and so forth, as he always forgets where he puts it. All of these things make my freezer kind of a nightmare lately.

Since the price of food is only going up, and we're growing more of our own produce now, we decided to invest in a chest freezer. This one is a Hotpoint, and we got it on sale.

It's not as big as some, but I think 7 cubic feet of space is enough.

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Maria Zannini said…
Well done. In my experience chest freezers seem to last longer, but as a short person I was much happier with the upright freezer. It has a smaller footprint, plus I don't fall into the chest looking for food.

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