I had a craving for peach cobbler, but I was too lazy to go to a supermarket to get the stuff... So, I began googling easy Peach Cobbler recipes. Easy my ass... they all require baking and shit... started watching Paula Deen and ended up in something called Trad Wife movement... Basically women who dress up like they're going to a gala and cook everything from scratch... fuck that shit...
This parody catches the absurdity of the real thing perfectly.
I've no time to make bread, grind my meat, make my ketchup, mayo, mustard, cheese. I want my burger ASAP... I don't want to wait hours for the yeast to bloom and to fart all over the dough. I don't have time to wait for cheese to curdle. That's why I buy pre-packaged stuff... convenience!
Also, DRESS NORMALLY! I don't want microplastics from the beads and sequins. Nor faux fur in my alfredo sauce. Especially when my FwB is a person with culinary impairment. So I went to a convenience store and bought 2 small cans of Del Monte peaches, a glazed honey bun... they didn't have cinnamon rolls. Last but not least a hägen daz scoop of vanilla. Tore the honey bun into pieces. Mixed in the peaches, the honey bun, the syrup and pumpkin spice mix. Popped it in the microwave for 2 minutes. Popped the little ice cream tub. Was it better than an actual cobbler with fresh peaches and actual crumble? HELL NO! But it took care of my craving.
But seriously what the hell!? The whole thing reeeks of bored rich people pretending to rough it out like the poors. Not calling this channel specifically, but it's an example of the whole performative homesteading.
I'm glad people are mocking the ridiculousness of the Tradwife influencers. Seriously, a high end executive salary is needed (about $200K+). Most of the people who are into that lifestyle work blue collar jobs and can't afford the tradlife.
