I’m drowning in canning! I’m up to my eyeballs! I can barely even see the computer screen over the mounds of peaches and apples!
Bubble, bubble. Gurgle. Glup.
I’m drowning in canning! I’m up to my eyeballs! I can barely even see the computer screen over the mounds of peaches and apples!
Bubble, bubble. Gurgle. Glup.
My sister-in-law Sarah asked me how I like my food dryer. Let me tell you: I love it.

So far this year I have dried blueberries, sour cherries, sweet cherries, wax cherries, apricots, peaches, cherry tomatoes, and strawberries. When I find bananas really cheap, I buy them and dry them up, too (but I haven’t seen any cheap bananas for quite some time).
The dryer, though compact and efficient, still takes up a good deal of room, so we kept it in the downstairs bedroom (which is actually not a bedroom) until Mr. Handsome built me this nifty counter in the back hall.

Now my (our) dryer has a permanent perch. The dryer makes a steady, quiet hum while it is running. The noise bothered me some when it was in our kitchen for a short while, but now that it’s out there in the back hall I don’t even think about it. The smell of drying fruit is delicious, at times even overriding the scent of musty shoes that sit on their shelving unit on the other wall opposite the dryer. It’s a cinch to clean up; I just wash the plastic mats in the bathtub. That’s about it for dehydrator information.
Oh, one other thing. I know some people are concerned about how cost-efficient food dehydrators are. I’m a bad one for facts, but in the little manual that The Great Matriarch sent with the dehydrator, it had a chart that compared the cost of freezing, canning, and dehydrating foods. Dehydrating was cheapest and most efficient (naturally, as it was a manual for a food dehydrator, after all). Now, I do keep my dried foods in jars in the freezer because I don’t want to risk them rotting, but they don’t take up much space in comparison to non-dried foods, so while the cost is probably higher, it’s still worth it in my mind. And anyway, I’m not drying food for economy’s sake—I’m doing it all for flavor.)
Here’s how you go about drying some different foods.
For the strawberries, I slice them into a bowl, sprinkle them with a couple tablespoons of sugar, and then lay them out on the trays. The sugar enhances the flavor just a tad.

All three kinds of cherries, sweet, wax, and sour, I pit and cut in half before laying out on the trays. I only sweeten the sour cherries, the same way I do the strawberries.

Apricots just need to be cut in half and pitted, not peeled, but they do taste a bit acidic. I consulted with my Aunt Valerie over the acidity problem. She declared that they will undergo some mysterious chemical transformation and come wintertime they won’t draw your mouth nearly so much, but I wasn’t hedging my bets on any mysterious chemical transformations—I baptized my next batch with a dainty sprinkling of sugar. (Aunt Valerie says my Uncle Jim refers to dried apricots as “ears”, as in “I gotta go eat some more ears”.)

Blueberries are more labor intensive, but oh my, they are worth it. Plunge the fresh berries in boiling water for about 20 seconds to soften their skins, drain them, and lay them out on the trays. They take a long time to dry, a couple days, and some of them stay all puffed up, so towards the end of the drying process I go over them with a toothpick, popping the ones that are still swollen.

I’ve talked about peaches before. Just pit, peel, and slice, as if you’re going to make a pie.

Cherry tomatoes were an experiment. I just cut them in half. I’m not sure what to do with them, maybe just throw them in a soup? Anybody have some firsthand experience with dehydrated tomatoes? I’d sure love to hear from you.

I also dry my oregano and sage in the dehydrator. I’d do my own raisins if I could get seedless grapes around here. Come fall, we’ll be doing up a bunch more apples.
I hope this helps, Sarah. Kind of a long and windy answer, but you’ve known me for a good dozen years, so I guess you knew what was coming when you shot me the question.
Any more questions? Anyone????
You know those roasted tomatoes I mentioned yesterday? Well, I charred them.

Made me so mad. I thought maybe it was a sign that I wasn’t quite well yet and ought to return to my bedroom chambers for another 24 hours or so.
But then I decided to make hamburgers for supper, and the world looked like a better, brighter place, once my belly was stuffed with a fat, juicy burger.

(I didn’t tell you, but in that photo of me lying on the sofa when I was sick, I had just woken up from a dream in which I was assembling a giant, as in plate-sized, hamburger—bun [it was flat like pita, but that didn’t matter in the dream], hamburger patty, lettuce, onion, mayonnaise—I even got to eat a couple bites of it before I woke up, and ever since then I had been obsessing about hamburgers.) It was a delightful meal, let me tell you. There are two and a half patties left over and no one in my house better touch them—they are mine.)
My house swarmed with children this morning. Actually, the house was child-free most of the time (I do have my limits).

My Girlfriend Shannon came with her three kids and her Girlfriend Karen (and her four boys) who is visiting from out-of-state. I told (warned) my kids that there would be six boys visiting and one girl, and when they arrived, Miss Becca Boo ran and hid in the back hall behind a bag of wheat. I didn’t blame her at all.
Yesterday when Shannon called to make plans for their visit, she informed me what we were going to make for lunch. I had no option but to obey her, especially since her idea was a good one. I took the gallon of milk they brought along and turned it into fresh mozzarella cheese, which we then ate with the fantastic tomato dressing/salad that Shannon makes every fall (juicy tomatoes, garlic, balsamic vinegar, basil…), sopped up with brown bread hot from the oven. We made the kids meat and cheese sandwiches for their lunch, but us girlfriends scarfed down our gourmet fare while perched on stools around the kitchen table, all the while alternating between moaning in delight and yelling at the kids to sit still, go outside, don’t push each other, don’t throw bread (cantaloupe, carrots…). It was a spectacular meal.
Now, I need to finish this post up because in a little while I’m leaving to go to the big city where I’ll meet up with Shannon and Karen at the theater where we’re going to see Mama Mia (I think that’s what it’s called, anyway). Woo-hoo! I’m goin’ out with my girlfriends!
Tomato dressing, fresh mozzarella, eleven kids, and a movie, all in one day. It’s almost more than I can handle!