...roasting on an open fireI love chestnuts. The smell of roasted castagne pretty much defines winter for me. Roadside vendors like these sell them wrapped in paper cones, but I like to nibble mine as I pick them out of my coat pockets, burning my fingers. Caldarroste, as they are called here, are delicious enjoyed best along a nice glass of vino rosso!
Oh me too, me too Lola:) Especially when the snow is falling to eat them is a zest indeed.
ReplyDeleteCan I? wow I'm drooling...LOL! They look so fresh and tasty. Cheers from LADP.
ReplyDeleteYummy!
ReplyDeleteOh I bet that smells heavenly. If only we could channel the smell through our blogs.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy seeing these slices of life!
Hmm, never thought of pairing roasted chestnuts with red wine. That I'll have to try next time I find caldarroste ... which isn't often on the west coast at least. Thanks for the idea!
ReplyDeleteI don't think I've ever seen chestnuts roasted on the sidewalk here . . . it sounds like a yummy snack especially with some vino rosso! Ciao
ReplyDeleteOh I just love the smell (and taste) of roasted chestnuts. Makes me yearn for some of those beauties.
ReplyDeleteGreat street shot!
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Fabulous photo, Eleonora! I love them too, and you have made me wish I were there too!
ReplyDeleteWe call them by the Spanish castañas and people love them here too. Not me though – I know, I'm weird. :)
ReplyDeleteI like the image of you picking hot castagne from your pocket! I love caldarroste and I sometimes buy them from a stall in Piazza Erbe.
ReplyDeletehow wonderful... oh how I wish I were there!
ReplyDeleteWhat a display he has, I could smell them from here!
ReplyDeleteFantastic street shot. Great lighting
ReplyDeleteWonderful photo -- winter is truly here when chestnut roasters are on the roadside ... even better is a day spent on Mt. Etna picking chestnuts to roast at home.
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