Chestnuts always mean fall to me. Usually the locally available ones are imported from Italy, which is a ridiculous use of fuel. Fortunately, Ha's Apple Farm in the Tehachapi Mountains also has chestnut trees, and last week I bought some of the first crop of the season.
The nuts are currently part of our fall decorations, but soon I hope to roast them in the fireplace and burn my fingers. I don't expect them to end up in a fancy recipe. I'll just enjoy the fresh roasted flavor, and the smell of woodsmoke in the air.
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