"Homemade ice cream and work ethic"

When I was a much younger version of the idiot I am today, my family would often make homemade ice-cream on holidays in the summer, and sometimes just because it was Sunday. My dad always worked very hard, (and still does in retirement), but I always thought that he had some of the most illogical views on relaxing that I had ever heard of. For instance, ice-cream had to be made with cream from Bernard Kuhlman's dairy farm, because the store-bought cream just wasn't the same. Ice-cream also had to be churned in a hand-cranked machine full of the proper ice-cream ingredients, plus plenty of rock salt and ice on the outside. I generally got stuck turning the crank more than my fair share, but then I also ate more than my fair share of the ice-cream. I did alot of complaining when I was young, and turning the crank on the ice-cream maker was a sure-fire way to get me started. "They sell this stuff at Bob's Market and Ladow's, dad, and it's already made and only costs 75 cents a gallon" I'd often say. My complaining never did any good with dad, as he always maintained some silly notion of how making your own ice-cream built character and strong work ethics, and would help you to enjoy it more. I thought he was probably just a cheap-skate. Even when the ice-cream was done, no matter how delicious it was, it was never quite good enough for dad. He would always say" it used to be better when I was young, but it was also alot harder work to make it", leaving me with the impression that he had to personally drive a team of mules, pulling a river barge up the Suez Canal while fending off un-identified species of wild animals and evil terrorists just to bring home the perfect ingredients for the ice-cream, which had to be made by piercing a killer whale in the heart at exactly 2:33 am on the eve of the equinox while rubbing two boulders together with an iceberg in Alaska. As it turns out, dad was right again. We have an electric ice-cream maker, (largely due to the fact that our grandkid's are much too intelligent to turn cranks and stab whales in the heart, much less have any desire to drive a team of mules up the Suez Canal), but it really ain't the same. I personally think that much of the cream sold in stores would not be fit for an alley-cat, and the rock-salt isn't the same as it was when I was younger, and GOD knows ice isn't what it used to be, back in the day. I also believe that if you're going to just make ice-cream with an electric ice-cream maker, you may as well just buy it at the store, where it's already made, for $7.50 a gallon.