Tonight we started the fire in the outdoor fireplace enjoyed the warmth of the fire and in the end I roasted chestnuts in the hot embers. It’s funny how memories are triggered by simple things like a smell or an object.
All of a sudden while roasting the chestnuts my mind wandered back in time when I was a student in Paris. This time of year once the cold weather comes a lot of street vendors start selling roasted chestnuts. They yell: “Marrons chauds! Marrons Chauds!” trying to get people to buy their chestnuts. This was a an interesting experience since it is the first time I’m roasting chestnuts. Some got burned but most of them were delicious and we had a good time around the fire.