Roasted chestnuts are perfection on a winter evening.
It is, after all, winter, no matter what the calendar says. Winter begins after Thanksgiving. The wind knows it, even if we don't.
I roasted my chestnuts in the oven, in the absence of an open fire (fire hazard). One of them exploded with a pop like a far-off gunshot, but it tasted just fine.
It is, after all, winter, no matter what the calendar says. Winter begins after Thanksgiving. The wind knows it, even if we don't.
I roasted my chestnuts in the oven, in the absence of an open fire (fire hazard). One of them exploded with a pop like a far-off gunshot, but it tasted just fine.
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