"When I was a kid, we waited impatiently while first mother and then daddy turned the crank on the ice cream freezer. When it wouldn't turn anymore, mother took out the dasher (which I was allowed to lick), and the cannister was packed with ice and covered with old towels. Once it was finally ready and dished up, I would eat it too fast and get an "ice cream headache". I couldn't help myself. It was worth a little headache...."