[Wooden Drawer] – a category to store all the little stories that are not related to eating or cooking, photos, memorable moments, an interesting paragraph from a book I’m reading, or just simply some scattered thoughts and feelings.
Beside pampering me with good food during the week I visited, my mom also gave in to my very ‘girlish’ wish, and this wish has everything to do with a very frangrant and very delicious food : chestnuts!
When I was little I had a chance to taste roasted chestnuts that my dad brought back from his oversea business trips, and I immediately fell in love with its sweet nutty taste. Every autumn here in France, they sell chestnuts in almost all supermarkets, however the price is pretty high, so even though I crave for them a lot, I hesitated in front of the chestnuts stall every year, and then just chuckled and turned away. Last year when I joined a cooking page on facebook, I found out that a lot of the members in France always go chestnut-picking in small forests in the suburb of Paris during autumn. My craving comes back, but no matter how much persuasion I gave, Matthias is not into this activity, so I let another chestnut season passed by.
Last week when I came to Paris, my mom showed me a big bowl full of chestnuts that she went picking with my brother’s family, and so of course, I begged her to go with me, and she gave in immediately. I found on google a small forest near our house, and so my mom, my 4-year-old niece, and me, the mom-daughter-grandma-granddaughter trio, excitedly went chestnut picking on a nice morning. 20 minutes on the train, 15 minute walking and we arrived at the spot.
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