That Old Chestnut – Staying in Tune with the Forager Within

I’m currently up north, enjoying the early signs of Autumn. The air is crisp and the sun still floods the streets with light. The two make a combination fit for a hot/cold molecular gastronomy menu. Driving along, I took a wrong turn on one of the suburban streets and ended up being faced with a gigantic chestnut tree. It’s a great feeling when you are inadvertantly lead to being somewhere at the right place and at the right time. Sort of like Mr Gardener in Being There. The chestnut tree had dropped her fruit (or is it nuts?) by the thousands. I managed to sneakily forage a hundred or so chestnuts. I can’t wait to get home to eat them but for now, they will stay in the fridge waiting for Sunday.


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