Crispy Air Fryer Pickles – The Perfect Crunchy Snack!

If you love crunchy, tangy snacks, these air fryer pickles are about to become your new favorite! They’re golden on the outside, juicy on the inside, and way lighter than traditional deep-fried versions. Perfect for game day, movie night, or a quick appetizer.

🛒 Ingredients

1 jar dill pickle slices (or spears), well drained

½ cup all-purpose flour

2 large eggs

1 tablespoon milk

1 cup panko breadcrumbs

½ teaspoon garlic powder

½ teaspoon paprika

¼ teaspoon black pepper

Cooking spray

 

👩‍🍳 Instructions

Prep the pickles:
Drain and pat pickle slices completely dry with paper towels. (This helps the coating stick!)

Set up dredging stations:

Bowl 1: Flour

Bowl 2: Eggs + milk (whisked)

Bowl 3: Panko + garlic powder + paprika + black pepper

Coat the pickles:

Dip each slice in flour

Then into the egg mixture

Finally coat in seasoned panko
Press gently so crumbs stick well.

Preheat air fryer:
Set to 375°F (190°C) for about 3–5 minutes.

Air fry:

Lightly spray basket with cooking spray

Arrange pickles in a single layer (don’t overcrowd)

Spray tops lightly

Cook 7–10 minutes, flipping halfway, until golden and crispy

Serve immediately!
They’re best hot and crunchy straight from the air fryer.

🥣 Dipping Sauce Ideas

Ranch dressing

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