It's the first snow day here in New York on the first December Sunday of this winter. I awoke and looked out my window to discover a white layer over the rooftops, branches, and parked cars. And as I write this, flakes have begun falling again. All this can only mean one thing and that is chestnuts (not deez nuts) roasting over an open fire. Well, if you want to be technical about it, I'd have to do it over my gas stove in my Brooklyn apartment, which isn't really an "open fire," and also my roommates would probably look at me funny while I was doing that. Actually, as possibly one of the most incompetent cooks out there, I ask, "How on earth does one actually roast chestnuts, and does it taste any good?" What does taste good is the first snowflake of the winter falling on my tongue. Mmm, global warming never tasted so refreshing!
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