Banana peels, throwing them away is a huge waste: for housewives they are worth gold | Use them like this

Ouadie Rhabbouron

Reusing banana peels is possible, here are the ways

Banana peels, just like the fruit itself,  are beneficial  , which is why everyone should eat them. They can be used to prepare  organic fertilizers to use on plants at home  or in the garden. Or, they can be used to combat skin spots and wrinkles, in this case they are wonderful,  because they contain many vitamins, potassium, magnesium and iron.

They can also be  used in cooking  . Many people grind them into flour to create  a product that many claim is really good.  Once ground into flour, they can also be used to  make baked goods  . The result, apparently, is satisfying.

Flour rich in fiber and potassium, how to make it for dessert preparation

Banana peels  contain fiber and potassium, making them healthy and  especially suitable for making desserts designed for children. It is not necessarily  necessary to use only banana peel flour  , you can mix two different flours, for example, you should add 75% of banana peel to 25% of normal flour.

Anyone who wants to experiment can try  using banana peels as a dessert and also as a savoury dessert  . The flour made from the peels has a shelf life of 3 months, during which time it can be used in a thousand ways. Then, obviously, there are many other recipes that concern not only desserts, but also savoury preparations.

Curry peels, how to prepare them in just a few minutes

For example  , you can make curried banana peels  by combining 4 banana peels, one onion, a glass of beer, two teaspoons of curry, a pinch of salt, a pinch of chilli and a tablespoon full of oil. First, pour the oil into the pan, along with the onion, fry, then add the finely chopped banana peels and brown them for about 5 minutes.

Once the required time has passed,  add the curry, chilli and salt  and continue to stir. Halfway through cooking, pour the beer into the pan and turn up the heat so that it evaporates completely. Then lower the heat and pour in the vegetable stock or simply water. Cooking should continue for another hour.

 

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