So I don't recall exactly how we came to be in possession of a food dehydrator, but we have one. I do know it involved some combination of infomercials, Josh's love of beef jerky and my mother in law's credit card, but beyond that, the details are a little fuzzy. How to actually use the dehydrator was a little fuzzy too as we haven't taken it out of the box since we lived in Phoenix over seven years ago and thought it would be a good idea to make beef jerky as part of our desert themed mishloach manot. (And if you were one of the lucky recipients of those star-crossed jerky filled boxes that were shipped across the country with love from Arizona to NY, you will surely remember them fondly...)
And then last night, when I was packing lunchboxes, it occurred to me that it might be kind of fun to make dried fruit for Tu B'Shvat. And, and, it would be a great way to use up all the kind of oldish fruit sitting in the fruit bowl.
So I peeled, sliced, and marinated the fruit for a minute or so in orange juice. The directions said to use an acidic solution. I didn't have any solution that was labeled acidic but I figured orange juice was pretty acidic, so it would have to do.
My girls and I loaded up the machine and after a few false starts, figured out how the machine fit together. Hit the on button and left the kitchen and the dehydrator to its own devices.
And six hours later, six hours filled with the soothing sounds of what sounded like a white noise machine (made me want to take a nap. Not so much for the girls...), our dried apples and pears were ready.
(Here is a really terrible picture of my apple chips.
Not sure why the camera seems to angry at me lately.)
I tasted one, thought they were pretty good - and by the time the fruit was finished dehydrating, the boys were home too - and I offered some to the kids. I marketed them as apple chips, like potato chips but sweet, guys! My oldest was the only one brave enough to take a bite. And this is what he said, as the chewed up apple chip fell out of his mouth and onto the kitchen floor: "Uch, Mommmmy! Did you leave them in too long?" The rest of the kids ran in the opposite direction. Lovely.
On the plus side though, Josh loved them. Happy Tu B'Shvat!
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