Add the vanilla and stir slightly, then pour the entire mixture over the apples. Serve these beauties with ice cream (or, if you’re on a diet, a huge dollup of sweetened whipped heavy cream) and you’ll be left wondering how such ordinary ingredients can be so sublime. Melt the butter in a saucepan, then add the sugar and barely stir. And the Mountain Dew, coupled with the obscene amound of butter, creates a yummy, sweet sauce at the end. And they had to be destroyed.įor those of you with will power, though, these are really surprisingly delightful! The texture of the crescent rolls becomes something entirely different during the baking process: the top gets delightfully crisp and flavorful, while the underneath side remains soft and mushy and more “apple dumpling-y”. Then I became racked with guilt, fear, and shame, and I took another bite. These apple dumplings were SO indescribably delicious, after I took one bite to try them out, I proceeded to take thirty-four more.
#MOUNTAIN DEW APPLE DUMPLINGS PIONEER WOMAN PLUS#
I had no idea what to expect, but it looked so easy, I had to try. Ingredients 3 apples granny smith or preferred type 2 8-ounce cans crescent roll dough 1 stick margarine plus more to grease the pan 1 stick unsalted butter 1 1/2 cups sugar 1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract 1 12-ounce can Mountain Dew Cinnamon Sugar to taste Vanilla Ice Cream for serving Instructions Preheat the oven to 350. Oh, and more butter than you’ve ever seen on this website, ever. Emailed to her by a friend known only as “Donna,” it uses Granny Smith apples, Pillsbury Crescent Rolls, and…GULP: a can of Mountain Dew. I’ll have to make my peace with God about whether or not I subliminally, subconsciously, maybe, sorta, kinda, willed her recipe binders into being left here, but boy howdy, have I had some fun with those suckers! One of the first things I zeroed in on was this recipe for Apple Dumplings. And sure enough, when she pulled away from my house the following Monday morning and drove back to Tennessee, she did so without her binders. Then, while she was here and I was tidying up the kitchen, I “absentmindedly” put the binders in my pantry so they’d be out of the way. When I looked forward to my mother’s visit, all I could think about was getting my hands on her recipe binders…and honestly, I secretly had the thought, Maybe she’ll forget them and leave them at my house. So I have a confession to make, seriously. She still collects and tests recipes, so her plastic sleeves are updated with modern, interesting foods.
Because you see, my mom’s “recipes” amount to two enormous-like, the most gargantuan I’ve ever seen-three-ring binders stuffed with plastic sleeves that contain every wonderful, fabulous recipe she’s used since The Dark Ages, or at least since around 1968. I said, “ Mom? Will you please bring your recipes?” Then I batted my eyelashes and waited for her answer.
My mom visited a month ago, and just before she left I called her and said, “ Mom?” The End.
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