Being a Good Wife: Recipe for Apple Turnovers

"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.

How I became "just a mom"

I went to college, like a lot of young women, and didn't give much thought to anything other than working at the job I was training for.

And then I had a baby.

I went on a job interview when I was about 8 weeks pregnant and I cried all the way to my car out of the fear that I might get the job and have to leave my baby for 8 or 9 hours in the care of someone else.  

I didn't get that job, thank goodness.

My husband and I never discussed whether or not I would be a stay-at-home mom, or whether he was willing to make the sacrifices necessary for a one-income family to survive.  Heck, we barely knew each other when we got married.  I held my breath and tip-toed around the issue for a while and to my great relief, he felt exactly the way I felt: I should be the one to raise our children, not day care providers or grandparents.

*DISCLAIMER: Young girls, I do not recommend that you marry a fella you've known less than a year like I did.  I lucked out!  He turned out to be a wonderful, trustworthy man but all I knew of him, really, was that he was handsome and he hadn't missed a day of work in all the time I knew him (except for once, we both played hookie while we were dating to see the airshow but that was partly my fault).  

Here we are now, 10 years later and I have never, not once, regretted that I didn't work full time.  I'm not going to tell you that this is God's best, original plan for how the family should function.  It's the way my family functions best (and it happens to be the way families functioned for a millenia before our generation--who knows everything about everything, amiright?--came along) but I also know that we live in a great big world with all kinds of people living all kinds of lives and there's room for us all.  

If reading about how to make SAHM life work is not your cup of tea, that's all right.  

I don't think that makes you less of a mom than me.  But I also don't think that me choosing homemaking over a professional career makes me less of a woman than anyone else.  The internet has given me this platform so I'm going to sing it from the rooftops (er...well, the front porch of my audience of family and friends):  YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORK.  

I grew up post-women's lib and I've come to believe that the movement to get women out of the kitchen and into the workforce has been incredibly destructive to the fabric of our society.  This is a very complex issue and I'll get into it in future posts and again, we are allowed to disagree, but it has taken me years to be comfortable with myself as "just a mom."  That is a shame.  

Nuthin' wrong with that!

No time to blog! Too busy writing!!!

I know all my adoring fans are just dying to know how the old novel is coming along....wait, er, well, one person asked.  Soooo, I'm just going to treat you all to a little summary of my progress so far.

Before I tell you anything else, I have to say that this has been a strange and wonderful mixture of completely terrifying and supremely pleasurable.  I once read that a writer should force him/herself to write at least a little bit every single day, "come hell or high water."  Even on the holidays.  No days off.  Thou shalt not rest on Sundays.  Sounded like a chore when I read that.  But when I really got going on my own story, I found that I couldn't bear to let a day go by that I wasn't adding to it.  I think it's probably safe to say that I've had my computer on and click-clacked away at it every day since November 6.  Even Thanksgiving when I packed my computer and hauled it down to Mom's.  I'm not joking.

In the roughly six weeks that have passed I have written approximately 60,000 words and 18 chapters in what will probably be about a 24 chapter book.  How have I found the time you ask?  What with my three young children, my work at church, occassional babysitting, and my house to take care of (I even threw in a little girl's slumber party during that time!)? 

For one thing I haven't watched a television show in its entirety since I began writing.  Not even Bill O'Reilly.  If you know me, you know that he has such a presence in our house that we refer to him as Uncle Bill (not to be confused with my real Uncle Bill).  But he comes on in one of those precious hours when the girls are in bed and I can WRITE!  So no Bill for me. 

Second, there is no idle brain time.  That means, if I can't write, I'm thinking on purpose about my story.  I have a notebook that is bursting with sticky notes, grocery lists that I have dug out of my purse, junk mail envelopes that I have written on, etc.  No matter where I am or what I'm doing, I'm thinking about my story and when something pops into my head, I jot it down and tuck it away for later.  If I'm home but not able to write, I'm reading a book about writing.  Or reading another work of fiction so that I can study what the author does that I like or don't like.

And if I can't do that?  Well, there are simply some hours of the day when I need to be wife and mom. I block off sections of my morning and evening when cooking or babysitting combines with laundry and dusting.  Amazingly, hubby has only run out of clean underwear once in the last 6 weeks.

Also amazingly, he has not written me off as a total nut job for spending hours with my mini HP on something that may just prove to be a fruitless endeavor.  I think he's secretly hoping that it's good enough that a publisher will want to buy it.

Is it good enough?  Um, I'm not sure.  Truthfully, I'm not sure.  It's kind of in the style of a Deanne Gist, although written more for the young reader.  It's not as good as, say, a Francine Rivers.  But it's waaaay better than a Karen Kingsbury.  But that's just my opinion.  I read "The Help" while I was in the midst of writing and practically despaired because I knew it was light years ahead of my skill level.  But I'm not giving up because that's just not what I do.  I actually used that experience to make my story better.  I added a scene that provided conflict and developed an antagonist from the beginning that now makes appearances throughout the story because I so enjoyed the tension between Miss Skeeter and her nemisis, Hilly Hollbrook.

My story is one of those classic romances where girl meets guy, girl falls for guy, and then, uh-oh, something happens that pulls them apart...will they get together in the end?  It's got all the good stuff too,  ya know, hearts pounding, lips meeting.  But it doesn't go too far.  As Drew Barrymore says in "The Wedding Singer," it's church-tongue!  ;)

There is guilt, love, danger, fist-fighting, self-doubt, being negatively influenced by a shallow friend, a longing to hear God's voice, grace, forgiveness, misunderstanding, loss, and realizing one's calling in life.  Who hasn't experienced those things?  Better yet, who doesn't want to experience those things vicariously through a herione that you are rooting for?  But maybe that's just me.  I love a good story.

But it's also one of those "inspiriational" types where God is practically a main character.  So if you're not into spiritual things, there will probably be lots of eye-rolling.  I just can't spend all this time on a story if the character doesn't figure life out without looking through the lense of scripture.  It's how I make sense of the world.  I teach a room full of kids every single week how to make sense of the world by looking at scripture.  So naturally, a character that comes right out of my imagination would too.

That's all for now.  I've just thought of something I want to change in the last little bit of dialogue I wrote.  Ah, dialogue.  I could write an entire blog just on what I've learned about dialogue!  It's not what you might think! 

So, until I get another few minutes when I'm not writing, working, reading, cooking, teaching, or caring for the chillin's, wish  me luck!  Say a prayer!  I'll keep you posted.