On a recent chilly day in midtown manhattan, I bought this little bag of chestnuts from a kindly
little man. Remembering the Christmas song involving chestnuts roasting on an open fire, I imagined that they would be fabulous. Surprisingly, they reminded me of a baked potato.A bad baked potato that maybe exploded in the oven and cooked some more. And then there was no sour cream or chives. In case you are wondering about chestnuts, here is the story:
the $3.00 bag
the chestnuts
chestnut cracked open
the chestnut!
the chestnut cut in half
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