"Be All The Wife He Needs!" it says.
Choke. Sputter. Gag. Cough.
I know.
Husbands are supposed to be the butt of jokes today. They are never right; they make us roll our eyes at their ineptitude. Have you ever seen a commercial where the husband knew more than the wife? Or the kid? Start paying attention while you're watching TV. You'll notice the trend. They're always sitting on the couch, screwing something up, or just not smart enough to figure out what the wife knew all along.
Here's one.
Here's another one.
And another.
There are dozens more.
Why should we respect men? We don't need men anymore. We can work, we can raise the kids (or pay others to do it), we can call a repair man for things that break (better do it before hubby gets his hands on it-HA HA HA). When they get too grating we just get rid of them because marriage is disposable now.
What a grand "empowered" society we've created for ourselves.
There was a time when men were needed. In all their imperfections, we couldn't live without them because they brought into our world something that could not be found anywhere else. It wasn't just money to keep the lights on, although that was a big part of the equation. They were strong and unemotional. They slayed our dragons, and kept the bogyman away. They went out and killed something and drug it home and yes, it fell to the woman to cook it for him.
And why shouldn't she? She got to stay inside where it was warm and safe (because he made it so), teaching and raising her own children (because he did what he did, giving her that luxury). She did those things with joy and was grateful to her man. He did those things with joy because providing for his woman and children gave him something to live for, to be strong for, to be the best version of his masculine self for.
Tell me...why did we unravel that perfectly woven marriage tapestry? Why did we think it would be better to emasculate our men? When did we stop seeing the nobility of making a house a home and bringing our children up in it? When did we stop being grateful for it?
I'm not always a "Good Wife" but I am grateful to my husband. He has done so much to give us the life we enjoy today. I respect him. I want him to be a "Happy Husband." I want him to look forward to coming home in the evening. I don't think it makes me oppressed to go out of my way to fix him something I know he likes. Even if it takes a couple of hours from start to finish, and makes a huge mess in the kitchen, and requires a trip to the store because I don't have all the ingredients.
A few days ago my husband said apple turnovers sounded good. I don't make them often for the reasons just stated. They are my, "I want you to know I love and appreciate you." food staple. I made them for a birthday once, I packed them in tupperware, and drove them all the way from Kansas City to San Antonio so that he could have them for Thanksgiving while he was in AIT. I made them last Friday even though it's our designated "Sheet Pan Pizza and a Move Night" and I already relegate myself to two hours in the kitchen making pizza from scratch (here is the recipe for that). All because he said they sounded good.
Call me old-fashioned, but when he walked in the door after work, saw them cooling on the counter, took one, flopped down on the couch without even taking his boots off, and mumbled, "These are so good," it was totally worth it. And I'm fairly certain that in that moment I was "All the Wife He Needs." *wink, wink*
Apple Turnover
2 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1 T. granulated sugar
1/2 tsp salt
3/4 cup cold unsalted butter, cut into little squares
1/4 cup cold shortening, cut into little squares
1/2 cup cold water
Put dry ingredients in the bowl of a food processor. Pulse to combine. Add butter and shortening. Pulse 10 or 12 times until you get a sandy texture with chunks of fat no larger than a pea. Slowly add water while you continue to pulse. Let it whirl until it forms a ball. Dump it out onto a floured surface, divide in two, wrap in plastic (it will be helpful later if you go ahead and flatten it out as you wrap it up). Stick it in the fridge for at least 30 minutes.
*You can also make the pastry in a bowl, by hand. No need to break out the appliances (less to clean later!)
3 cups chopped apples (2 granny smiths and 1 smallish red delicious work well together)
1/4 cup orange juice (usually half of a fresh orange produces enough juice)
1/3 cup granulated sugar
1 T. butter
Combine ingredients in a large nonstick pan. Bring to a boil, cover and let it cook for 3-4 minutes.
4 tsp. cornstarch
1/2 tsp. cinnamon
1 T. water
Stir to combine, add to apples, stirring constantly to avoid lumps. Let it cook one minute more, then remove from heat and let cool.
Roll one of the pastries out to about 1/8" thickness, as close to a square as you can get it. Trim edges with a sharp knife, divide into four squares. Place a heaping tablespoon of apples in a square, fold over to form a triangle, seal edges with a fork. Brush with milk and sprinkle with sugar. Repeat with other squares. Do it all over again with your other chunk of pastry.
Bake for about 20-25 minutes at 375.
Takes some practice but once you get the hang of it, they come out nice every time.
Here's a pic of mine. Not the most beautiful things in the world but *meh* he likes 'em.
Choke. Sputter. Gag. Cough.
I know.
Husbands are supposed to be the butt of jokes today. They are never right; they make us roll our eyes at their ineptitude. Have you ever seen a commercial where the husband knew more than the wife? Or the kid? Start paying attention while you're watching TV. You'll notice the trend. They're always sitting on the couch, screwing something up, or just not smart enough to figure out what the wife knew all along.
Here's one.
Here's another one.
And another.
There are dozens more.
Why should we respect men? We don't need men anymore. We can work, we can raise the kids (or pay others to do it), we can call a repair man for things that break (better do it before hubby gets his hands on it-HA HA HA). When they get too grating we just get rid of them because marriage is disposable now.
What a grand "empowered" society we've created for ourselves.
There was a time when men were needed. In all their imperfections, we couldn't live without them because they brought into our world something that could not be found anywhere else. It wasn't just money to keep the lights on, although that was a big part of the equation. They were strong and unemotional. They slayed our dragons, and kept the bogyman away. They went out and killed something and drug it home and yes, it fell to the woman to cook it for him.
And why shouldn't she? She got to stay inside where it was warm and safe (because he made it so), teaching and raising her own children (because he did what he did, giving her that luxury). She did those things with joy and was grateful to her man. He did those things with joy because providing for his woman and children gave him something to live for, to be strong for, to be the best version of his masculine self for.
Tell me...why did we unravel that perfectly woven marriage tapestry? Why did we think it would be better to emasculate our men? When did we stop seeing the nobility of making a house a home and bringing our children up in it? When did we stop being grateful for it?
I'm not always a "Good Wife" but I am grateful to my husband. He has done so much to give us the life we enjoy today. I respect him. I want him to be a "Happy Husband." I want him to look forward to coming home in the evening. I don't think it makes me oppressed to go out of my way to fix him something I know he likes. Even if it takes a couple of hours from start to finish, and makes a huge mess in the kitchen, and requires a trip to the store because I don't have all the ingredients.
A few days ago my husband said apple turnovers sounded good. I don't make them often for the reasons just stated. They are my, "I want you to know I love and appreciate you." food staple. I made them for a birthday once, I packed them in tupperware, and drove them all the way from Kansas City to San Antonio so that he could have them for Thanksgiving while he was in AIT. I made them last Friday even though it's our designated "Sheet Pan Pizza and a Move Night" and I already relegate myself to two hours in the kitchen making pizza from scratch (here is the recipe for that). All because he said they sounded good.
Call me old-fashioned, but when he walked in the door after work, saw them cooling on the counter, took one, flopped down on the couch without even taking his boots off, and mumbled, "These are so good," it was totally worth it. And I'm fairly certain that in that moment I was "All the Wife He Needs." *wink, wink*
Apple Turnover
2 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1 T. granulated sugar
1/2 tsp salt
3/4 cup cold unsalted butter, cut into little squares
1/4 cup cold shortening, cut into little squares
1/2 cup cold water
Put dry ingredients in the bowl of a food processor. Pulse to combine. Add butter and shortening. Pulse 10 or 12 times until you get a sandy texture with chunks of fat no larger than a pea. Slowly add water while you continue to pulse. Let it whirl until it forms a ball. Dump it out onto a floured surface, divide in two, wrap in plastic (it will be helpful later if you go ahead and flatten it out as you wrap it up). Stick it in the fridge for at least 30 minutes.
*You can also make the pastry in a bowl, by hand. No need to break out the appliances (less to clean later!)
3 cups chopped apples (2 granny smiths and 1 smallish red delicious work well together)
1/4 cup orange juice (usually half of a fresh orange produces enough juice)
1/3 cup granulated sugar
1 T. butter
Combine ingredients in a large nonstick pan. Bring to a boil, cover and let it cook for 3-4 minutes.
4 tsp. cornstarch
1/2 tsp. cinnamon
1 T. water
Stir to combine, add to apples, stirring constantly to avoid lumps. Let it cook one minute more, then remove from heat and let cool.
Roll one of the pastries out to about 1/8" thickness, as close to a square as you can get it. Trim edges with a sharp knife, divide into four squares. Place a heaping tablespoon of apples in a square, fold over to form a triangle, seal edges with a fork. Brush with milk and sprinkle with sugar. Repeat with other squares. Do it all over again with your other chunk of pastry.
Bake for about 20-25 minutes at 375.
Takes some practice but once you get the hang of it, they come out nice every time.
Here's a pic of mine. Not the most beautiful things in the world but *meh* he likes 'em.
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