Waaraan kan je een tamme kastanje herkennen

Waaraan kan je een tamme kastanje herkennen

Een tamme kastanje (overigens ook nog #gezond ) kan je eten en een gewone #kastanje niet. Wist je dat ze geen familie zijn van elkaar terwijl ze wel erg op elkaar lijken. Ze bevatten goede #voedingsstoffen en de tamme kastanje is ook te bereiden of rauw te eten. Pas wel goed op eventuele wormpjes en beestjes. #voeding #food #eten #bouwstoffen

Hoe kan je een tamme kastanje herkennen

Beide lijken erg veel op elkaar maar er zijn toch een aantal verschillen waaraan je kan herkennen of je een tamme kastanje te pakken hebt. Je kunt het verschil zien aan de boom en aan de kastanje zelf. Beide bomen hebben bladeren die lijken op dat van een hand. De wilde kastanjeboom kan je herkennen aan zijn grote bladeren. De tamme kastanjeboom heeft meer langwerpige bladeren die lijken op vingers. De vingers van het blad van de wilde kastanjeboom zijn wat groter en dikker. Verder is er een verschil tussen de bolster. De bolster is waar de kastanjes in zitten. Die van de tamme kastanje hebben meer kleine/dunnere stekels. Die van de wilde kastanje heeft dat niet die heeft dikkere stekels maar wel minder. Beide kunnen erg prikken toch lijken die kleinere meer te prikken omdat die meer tegen elkaar aan zitten. Je komt er niet snel bij om hem open te maken en de vruchten eruit te halen. In de bolster van een wilde kastanje vind je 1 grote kastanje. In de bolster van een tamme kastanje vindt je meestal 3 wat kleinere kastanje.
De vrucht van de wilde kastanje is minder goed verstopt in de bolster dan die van de tamme kastanje. De reden is misschien wel omdat de tamme kastanje eetbaar is en daardoor gewilder is. De boom moet deze dus zo goed mogelijk beschermen en om die reden heeft die beter stekels dan de wilde kastanjeboom heeft. De tamme kastanje zijn kleiner en hebben aan de bovenkant een puntje met een pluimpje. De wilde kastanje is mooi egaal rond.


Nu je dit leest zal je wel denken het artikel gaat over kastanjes en er is een paragraaf met beukennootjes. Iedereen weet een groot verschil tussen de kastanje en de tamme kastanje. Deze laatste kan je namelijk eten de andere niet. Waarom dan de paragraaf met beukennootjes. De tamme kastanje kan je inderdaad eten en dit komt omdat het familie is van de beuk. De wilde kastanje oftewel de paardenkastanje is dit niet en is familie van de kastanje.

De bereiding van tamme kastanje

De tamme eetbare kastanje is heel gezond en bevat minder calorieën andere noten. Honderd gram aan tamme kastanjes levert ongeveer 185 kilocalorieën op. Verder bevat het veel B-vitamines, vitamine E, kalium, zink en foliumzuur. Je kunt de kastanje rauw eten (schil eraf halen). Je kunt ze ook poffen in de pan op laag vuur met een klontje boter. Je kunt ze ook kort even koken in water of in de oven leggen. Als je ze in de oven legt kun je dit doen op 200 graden Celsius en een kruisje maken in de kastanje. Je kunt op deze manier de schil er makkelijk afhalen. Verder kan je de stukjes ook door de yoghurt doen of door het cakebeslag.


De tamme kastanje is familie van de beuk om deze reden is deze ook eetbaar. De wilde kastanje of de paardenkastanje in hier geen familie van en is dan ook niet eetbaar. Je kunt op 3 verschillen zien of je te maken hebt met een tamme of wilde kastanje. Je kunt het zien aan de bladeren van de boom (van de tamme kastanje zijn deze veel lang en smaller), aan de bolster (3 vruchten in de bolster van de tamme kastanje ook heeft die veel meer kleine stekels). Als laatste kan je het aan de vrucht zelf zien. De wilde kastanje is meer rond en groot, de tamme kastanje daarentegen is kleiner en loopt bovenaan naar een puntje toe met een wit pluimpje. Het eten van de vruchten is gezond en kan op vele manieren bereid worden.

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