I come from a family who for some reason seems to like doing things the hard way and not only that, they seem to thrive in that. There is some sort of bizarre motivator that seems to make the end result more enjoyable if it's been done the hard way. Perhaps some of that comes from our farming roots. While other people were getting their milk at the store, we milked the cows to get it. The reward (and dairy farmers would argue the taste also) is better when you drink a cold glass of milk knowing it came the hard way. Perhaps it's the way you have to put your own hands into it and end up with sore muscles in the end that makes it the course of choice. Maybe it's the German-mixed-with-farmer stubborn streak that will not be told or accept that another way is better. Whatever the reasons are, we've learned and lived fully by doing things the hard way.
