I love roasted chestnuts and, having read Jacquis post this morning, I realise that I'm eating châtaignes as opposed to marrons. I didn't realise there was a difference. At the market on Saturday we saw the biggest juiciest chestnuts ever and, each evening, Jan cooks a handful on the stove in her perforated chestnut pan. Scrummy. A season of mellow fruitfulness and all that.....
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