When squeezing lemons, don’t make the mistake of throwing away the seeds: they are worth their weight in gold used this way

When squeezing lemons, don’t make the mistake of throwing away the seeds: they are worth their weight in gold used this way

If you also usually throw away the lemon seeds, you will start saving them and find out what you can do with them.

Lemon seeds

How to use lemon seeds

Lemons are citrus  fruits highly valued for their unique flavor  and their versatility in both cooking and household chores. A valuable source of vitamin C,  their natural acidity also makes them useful for digestion, helping to reduce feelings of bloating. Widespread in the Mediterranean, their ancient origins go back to Asian countries from where they were imported through trade.

Widely used in cooking, to season dishes, prepare sauces but also desserts, for which the zest is mainly used, not only lemon seeds, but also  the peels are among the ingredients always present in homes.  And if we usually use the juice, pulp and zest of lemons,  why should we throw away the seeds  ? Here are some ways to get the most out of it.

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