Peeling and slicing apples for the dehydrator,
took me back to grandmother’s knee.
Her knees were always covered with a white apron
made from sugar or flour sacks.
She would peel the apple with the largest knife in the drawer
into one smooth coil and the closest grandchild
could have the peeling all to them self that day.
The orchards on the farm had many different kinds
of apples and oh her apple pies were the very best.
The price that was paid by the apple peel coil winner
was helping with the pies and the tester….
(a small pie left over from all the pie dough)
was the reward.
I can remember churning the butter
to mix with the cinnamon for the apple pies…
served with cheese or vanilla ice cream.
Most often the cheese.
Her favorite apple pie saying was
“Apple pie without cheese…i
s like a kiss without a squeeze.”
My mother was one of thirteen children….
musta been a lot of cheese around somewhere.
The smell of the apples stored
in special boxes in the attic
or some of the special ones in the cold cellar
sure beats the dehydrater but when winter sets in hard
I will be glad of the dried apples….stored in the cupboard.