If it weren’t for the Christmas song singing, “Chestnuts roasting in an open fire…” I wouldn’t even know what those things are when I was younger. Eventually, the sites of people roasting chestnuts in a huge pan, with black stones in it, has become a familiar site. Especially that moment in the old South Slupermarket location, that is where chestnuts were, I remember. Even now, the scent of these roasting chestnuts in random areas, I still go back to that picture in my head.
So when I came out of the mall the other day, and smelled these at 11 am, I bought a kilo of it. The funny thing is, I think that these roasting in very cold places where chestnuts actually grow, the warmth of the fire contributes to the feeling of Christmas-ness. But here, in the Philippines, where most of the chestnuts are imported from China I think, and that emanating heat from the pan is mostly avoided, it is kind of funny. But these small chestnuts are still yummy.
But whenever I eat these, i think of them as tiny little kamote (sweet potato, the yellow kind). Sweet, a bit nutty and chewy, but good food. Perhaps the three-fold difference in price is just the packaging 🙂 Now to try the chestnut puree I always see in import stores.