Today, we have collected a basket of plump chestnuts.The fire is dying and the chestnuts are being grilled as we sit enjoying Bach, in the semi darkness only illuminated by several small candles.
The chestnuts are blackened so are tipped into a bowl with a big handful of coarse sea salt and are left to 'cook' further under a towel.... and then finally we can enjoy the sweet chestnuts with a glass of crisp dry cidre.
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