It’s that time of the year when I drive to Rowell apple house on highway 70 outside of Crossville, TN and purchase a peck of apples. Honey crisp is what I bought and they are firm and semi-sweet.
In the parking lot at Rowell’s apple house I rinsed a honey crisp off with some water for the drive home. Nothing like a sunny day with the window open and munching on a sweet apple.
Pulled my old dehydrator out of the box that was stacked under another 6 boxes in the garage and dusted it off. Plugged it in and it still ran. Yahoooooooo.
Peeled most of the honey crisp apples and sliced them about a ¼ inch thick and placed them on the round shelves of my dehydrator and plugged it in.
Slowly the house started to smell like Rowell’s apple house. Got up in the night around 4:00am and checked on the apples. Still a little supple, so I let them keep drying. Around 6am in the morning I unplugged the dehydrator and let them cool.
Bagged them in a zip lock bag. Handful in the zip lock bag and a handful in my mouth. Repeat. Fun and yummy.