Well someone had a lightbulb moment this year. Chestnuts for sale, a half mile up the road. All we need now are fresh eggs, cheese, porcini and I be a happy camper. Buon weekend!
“There was a guy roasting chestnuts on the street corner, and the smell wafted over, hinting at the coming Winter, but in a good way, in the way that makes you think about Christmas and snow days and fires crackling away in fireplaces.”
― Sarah Dunn, Secrets to Happiness
With the fall equinox just around the corner and Christmas less than 4 months away, I’m not wondering where the time went, I’m just very sad to see summer gone so soon! For the past two weeks we’ve been enjoying some much appreciated peace and quiet after “the summer neighbors” packed up and left for the season. No more shouting, screaming, and in general uncivilized behavior from people who can’t seem to appreciate the tranquil beauty of living in a chestnut forest. But what do I know? Maybe it’s because I’m old, or maybe they just hate chestnuts and think we are all backward mountain folk.
Roccolo from Valtaleggio and Agrì from Valtorta from Il Sole e La Terra
Anyhow, I am back, I am hungry for italian food festivals, and September is shaping up to be a month of great things as we await the Slow Food Cheese fair in Bra. There’s Expo Milano to visit (after hearing reports, we need a damn strategy to tackle the masses), and of course chestnut season which should be an excellent one this year. Just outside our property the trees are loaded with the prickly husks but shhh…don’t tell!