A girl can get Apple Fritters almost anywhere. What she needs is a man.
When a girl picks a man, she needs to look out for the gene pool and pick strong, manly men. A man that would protect her and the children, and provide for them.
You segue into that, and Miss Thing will be waiting for you at the door holding a plate of Apple Fritters to welcome you home me.
I was married. I took care of her, never cheated on her, was a great father to our son. She treated me like dirt. Lying, poor financial decisions, etc. While she never made apple fritters she would make banana bread and bring it to her work. I usually got none. But I guess that’s what you get for trying to be a good guy and not the “alpha male” jerk the women seem to want.