The local radio station airs a program where locals call in to sell or trade stuff they don’t want anymore.  The hostess was remarking about buying a bread machine and how it came from a moment of inspiration (cold winter day)…but, yeah, didn’t progress past the thought…and she remarked how much stuff we buy that we don’t need.  Don’t get me started…I’ve been through so much that material stuff no longer has its hold on me like before.  It’s hard to get past that, because of the way our society values things instead of people, but once you do get past it, you become so much more free.

Anyway, the host talked about ice cream makers and how you cranked it a couple of times, and said “enough of this, I’m going to ___ (he names a popular ice cream place).”

Well, I started thinking about how much I loved home-made hand-cranked ice cream….

I was introduced to it at my summer camp.  If you have never had hand-cranked ice cream, I highly, highly recommend it.  Delicious.

The thing about it is that it was a group effort–all of us in our camp cabin took turns cranking.  We actually argued over who would get to crank!

I think there is a lesson in there–what may seem too hard as an individual–can be achieved if we all took turns carrying the “load”.