tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417381781440063818.post3121713146710015394..comments2024-02-22T10:37:49.541+00:00Comments on John Grimshaw's Garden Diary: Chestnuts roasting on an open fireJohn Grimshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363269527913926672noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417381781440063818.post-87901804837599889492013-02-03T18:52:20.532+00:002013-02-03T18:52:20.532+00:00My late mother used to reminisce about running aft...My late mother used to reminisce about running after a pushcart vendor in the snow to get roasted chesnuts or half a roasted yam for a penny each. That would've been during the late thirties and early forties. Suspect the roasted chesnuts were particular to the heavily Italian area in which she lived. As long as she was alive we always had roasted chesnuts with dessert on Christmas day. I miss both. Leslienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417381781440063818.post-4641561752705800242013-01-21T09:39:57.211+00:002013-01-21T09:39:57.211+00:00Shoogle's a good word. Guess it's a snow ...Shoogle's a good word. Guess it's a snow day for you today.Lhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03928188713843255078noreply@blogger.com