Friday, December 19, 2008
Roasted chestnuts remind me of the flea market at Porte de Clignancourt in Paris. As a student living in Paris, going there on a Sunday morning to meet my fellow fashion classmates for extra dose of inspiration was a ritual. As you exit the metro station and walk toward to the flea market, you will smell the wonderful roasted chestnut aroma from the street vendors, the smell of streets of Paris, of Christmas.
At home, we set our campfire iron griddle on top of the stove and roast them until they turn browned to those lovely colors.