Monday, September 28, 2009
No, These Aren't My Gallstones.
They're really not. I don't even know what gallstones look like, but I'm pretty sure that these are prettier.
In fact, they're delicious.
No joke! Let's take a closer look.
Okay, they don't look so appetizing, but that's probably my fault for planting gallstones in your brain. These are candied chestnuts, another weirdo project from my sweet husband, better known as Man-who-likes-to-cook-bizarre-foods-and-libations-that-you-can't-eat-for-dinner.
Libations that at present are plotting to TAKE OVER MY KITCHEN!
See what I mean? It's ALIVE!
Yes, it's been a grape harvesting, wine brewing, chestnut candying sort of weekend. A weekend in which the Fruit Fly Association of the Southeast decided to gather in my kitchen for their annual convention. I see much drunken fruit fly revelry in my future.
I think I'll soothe my sorrows with another candied chestnut, better known as a marron glacé.
Remember marrons glacés? That was my second blog post ever, back before I became hardened and bitter. Ha ha.
I bet you're wondering what in the world my husband was doing, making candied chestnuts the same weekend he covered my countertops with 40 pounds of muscadine grapes, plus assorted equipment. So was I. But over the years I have learned not to squash his creativity. I simply turn around, walk out of the kitchen, and go read a book.
Later, after I'd softened my heart with a glass of last year's grape, I ventured back and asked, "So, why chestnuts?"
He showed me these.
We had more, before Tanner got his share and the candying began.
It seems a farmer friend gifted Todd with a big bagful. He said the chestnuts brought back nice memories of our years in France, when we'd buy roasted chestnuts from the street vendors.
That's all he needed to say. The autumn memories fluttered around my head with the fruit flies.
I'm in love with chestnuts all over again.
I loved to find them on our Sunday walks, protected by their spiny cupules. (My vocabulary word for the day. Thanks, Mr. Wikipedia!)
The French were masters of the marron. We enjoyed them as candy, in stuffing, in pudding, and in cakes...
And roasted, en plein air!
Are you a chestnut lover? Do they say Fall to you?
Or maybe you're like Ella Fitzgerald, who thought of them in April instead. (April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom...)
Have a wonderful Monday, y'all!