Roasted chestnuts were definitely an acquired taste for me; when we are out and about in the winter months there is nearly always a guy or two in the piazza roasting chestnuts. Mr. Duncan always buys those chestnuts. With so many chances to taste them, I learned to love them.
Now, we've heard that you can gather and roast your own. In fact, there is a big "chestnut walk" coming up soon in the next town over.
Our friendly neighbor took Mr. Duncan for a ride to collect chestnuts from a tree that he recently found. They set a time & date for roasting.
Little J helped in the preparation.
That prompted his dad, to come on over. He soon informed teh guys that these were not the proper chestnuts for roasting.
They did it anyway.
Then a guy who lives across the street, stopped by to deliver some grapes. Oh, no. you need wood to roast chestnuts. I'll be right back. And then the real roasting began.
In the end the chestnuts were thrown into the humido bucket. We did learn a couple of lessons.
1. Listen to the locals. They know.
2. Again, the locals have an incredible willingness to help out. Maybe Mario didn't know chestnuts like Marco, but he knew that you need wood -- and wood he had, so wood we got.
3. Not all chestnuts are created equal.
I'm sure that we'll try again.
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