Continuing a Leung family tradition, Ted and I have roasted chestnuts each holiday season. The night before a family feast I’d put them in the oven, and a little while later together we’d sit at the table, talking as we peeled them, hoping we would find enough meat to make stuffing. This year, I thought it would be fun to share them with the girls in front of the fire Christmas Eve. We have a propane fireplace, so we can’t roast them, as carols and tradition suggest, but we can still enjoy them warm from the oven. The chestnuts also fit nicely with our European-themed family Christmas. This year we made our own marzipan fruits and sampled some imported German treats. Often I make springerle, a recipe from my family. Chestnuts also remind us of our stay in Switzerland where we could buy marrone hot and roasted, sold in bags on the street from vendors. Memories warm as chestnuts on a winter night.
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1 Katherine // Dec 29, 2004 at 5:49 pm
Wow, you made your own marzipan fruits? Cool! Would love to see photos of those.
I also remember the hot roasted chestnuts sold on the streets in Geneva, although I don’t remember ever buying or tasting a single one!
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