Getting cranky

Yesterday I watched some of my favorite guys do he-man labor to produce delicious home-made ice cream for a family picnic. My son-in-law's grandmother's hand-crank ice-cream churn provided entertainment for the whole family, with just about everyone taking a turn at the crank. One cousin (who is old enough to know better) kept begging to open the lid and take a look and asking, "Is it done yet?" The ice cream was well worth waiting for, not just because of its creamy dreamy wonderfulness but because we all had a hand in making it happen.