A husband comes home from work and asks his wife, “How long does that new ice machine take?” She sighs and says, “It takes about 90 minutes for the first batch.” The husband frowns and says, “That’s it? I was hoping for something slower.” The wife asks, “Why?” He replies, “Because I wanted to name it ‘Ice, Ice, Baby… Under Pressure.’”
Okay, bad joke. But it makes the point: ice machines are only as fast as their design, their environment, and your willingness to clean them. Embrace the wait.
