What's the sign that Christmas is near for you? For us in the Philippines, it's the hint of chilly air in the morning, the white egrets and cranes roosting on the power lines (having migrated from the chilly place they used to live) and the smell of chestnuts roasting by the street side.
I love chestnuts. I, for one, would pay an arm and a leg to buy a bag of these delicious, hot morsels of goodness. My mom even said that her pregnancy cravings when she was carrying me in her womb were chestnuts (hence my dark, roasted appearance). I would love seeing chestnuts rolling around and around with those black pebbles in a huge vat, smelling the buttery goodness as they cook.
I was fortunate to find the same way of roasting chestnuts here in Korea. And I don't have to wait until Christmas to get them. In Korea, anytime there's a festival or celebration, the chestnut vendors come to town. And I get my hot bag of nuts to peel and munch every time. Of course, it's extra special in the winter as the heat from the bag helps warm my cold, frozen hands.
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