Roasted Chestnuts
January 5, 2011
Roasted some chestnuts tonight. The smell brought back memories of eating hot chestnuts out of paper cone cups while walking around a Christkindlmarkt in Germany–can’t remember which city–in December, I think in about 1984 and again in 1990. Remembering cold, snowy night, hot mulled wine, hot sausages you had to eat before the fat congealed…
Davis version: Jim got a handful of chestnuts at the Food Coop and sneaked them into oven, while Peter and I tried to figure out, without looking, what was making the weird popping noises.
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