Chestnuts, the “seed” of traditions and memories
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Chestnuts, the “seed” of traditions and memories

I still remember the first time I ever saw a chestnut within its prickly green home. I was around 7 and living in the south of Italy. By that time I of course had eaten my fair share of chestnuts, that were traditionally roasted after every Sunday meal at Nonna‚Äôs every Autumn. However the honor…