Yes, I know. I have broken the cardinal rule of blogging: write about a single topic. In the past few posts, I have focused on: John Edwards, saving money on vacation, abortion, talking about death with your kids, and now, I am on to dried apples. What can I say? My mind is always going a mile a minute and there are so many different topics I want to address. And, right now, it’s apples. Dried apples, to be precise.
I love fall. I love the foliage, the crisp breeze, the sweaters, the foreshadowing of stuffing my face at Thanksgiving, but especially I love the feeling of renewal fall brings. For Jews (like moi), fall marks the new year and apples symbolize a sweet beginning to it. And while I won’t turn down some apples dipped in honey, I think having them dried is even better. So does G. After I made one batch today, he requested another. And another. And then two more after that. Yes, my four year old has now eaten four apples today. And yes, I expect a bodily function-related debacle sometime later this evening.
Seriously, though. Make dried apples! It is so dead simple and such a great HEALTHY treat (especially for kids!). All you need to do is heat the oven to 200 degrees, slice up some apples really thin, and then let them dehydrate in the oven for an hour or so (until they are a chewy-crunchy mix).