So after I left S and B and ran my errands in London, picking up a book and some souvenirs that I want to get in the mail this week, I passed a street vendor roasting chestnuts. They were selling like crazy. I’ve never had a chestnut and got swept up in the moment and thought I would eat them on the tube ride home. He handed me the bag which had about seven roasted chestnuts in it for £1.50 (about $3.00) and I soon realized I had no idea how to eat them. I stopped and peeled away the outer layer. They kind of look like tiny brains under the protective coating. I don’t think I will buy them again. They were okay, but the texture was kind of mealy and it reminded me of an under-cooked baked potato. Maybe it was the vendor, but it just wasn’t my thing.
2 comments:
It was not just you. I have never liked chestnuts. I had two trees in my house on Camille and I never figured out a way to make them edible, but one of my mom's best friends loved them.
The whole theory of hot roasted chestnuts is always better than the actual hot roasted chestnut. I remember as kid, probably going through my David Copperfield phase or something, begging some relative to roast chestnuts and being sorely disappointed with the taste. But, hey--it's always good to try something new...i want to try being rich!! : )
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