Chestnuts

It's that time of year again--I can smell the chestnuts roasting in big pans over high heat.  The smell is between woods-y and something burning.  But I love the smell.

Growing up in California, we never had chestnuts.  Maybe it's not cold enough. 

I don't even like the taste of chestnuts very much. I like the smell and the idea. 

I couldn't resist today and bought a small bag from a woman outside the Luxembourg Gardens.  She measured them out and then gave me a couple extra.  By the time I got them home they were cold, so I had to heat them up again to try them.