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Homemade Fruit Roll-Ups



I was speaking with a very nice woman from my church about canning peaches. This tip isn't about canning peaches, but that's where this conversation started.

I happen to love the idea of canning. I just don't know how to do it. One day, I keep telling myself. One day.

In the meantime, she gave me some tips on how to use the produce that I buy. Of course, freezing the fresh fruit was one of the tips and I confessed that I already knew about that little bit of heavenliness.

She wasn't finished.

She also told me that I could boil my fruit until it was soft and puree the goodness in my food processor or blender. Next, unroll some plastic wrap onto the counter and pour the pureed fruit onto the plastic wrap. Spread it all out and then let it dry.

Cut it into sections and roll them up. Voila! Homemade fruit roll-ups!

I have to tell ya'll. I was amazed.

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Comments

Anonymous said…
That sounds yummy! Great idea ... thanks for sharing!
September 24, 2008 at 2:27 PM
Gillie said…
I'm gonna have to try that. I saw some trays for making fruit leather in a dehydrator, but that would involve borrowing a dehydrator from my parents at the very least. Your way sounds a lot easier. Thanks for the tip!
September 24, 2008 at 9:39 PM
Anonymous said…
I have wanted to make fruit rollups for the longest time, my mom made them for us when we were younger, in her dehydrator. I might have to try this, it looks sooooo much easier!
September 24, 2008 at 10:14 PM
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