Nutty Christmas

So at work a few weeks back the food specialist who assigns what we cook gave me a little treat that I in turn took all day to make. .. chestnuts. I sat in front of the yarn all day knitting and sewing and every now and then when a visitor walked in I would take one out of the bowl make an x on it,  then I would dig a little put in the ash fill it with coals, cover them slightly with ash and place said Chesnut on top. As the x peeled back I would take it off and eat them.

I will ignore the fact that the whole time I had Chesnuts Roasting on an open fire sick in my head and enjoy the fact they were, to use a 17th century phrase, toothsome. Now I am not a nut person, nutty yes but not overly fond of nuts in general. In truth unless it is the ocassional penut butter on my toast or penuts with my dad I don't eat them.  My Grandma K however was.  Every Christmas on one of the tables in the living room would be alittle pewter tray, a silver hand held nut cracker, and an assortment of nuts. If I asked nicely she would crack on open for me. I remember acorns, walnuts and others but most of all I rember being more fasinated by her opening them up then eating them.

So here is to a nutty holiday,  whether it is the nuts in your life or the nuts on your plate.