Oct 19, 2020
Chestnut hunting on my eldest’s request! 💗🌰 There was a very old, very large chestnut tree in the garden I grew up in. The kind of tree that looked like a spirit had been entombed in it’s trunk, boiling and bubbling in the calluses and scars where over 100 years people had tried to tame it. In autumn the ground underneath was a carpet of needle covered casing, in hues from green to brown as they fell in scatters. I’d sit nearby for hours, peeling open the tough, beetle-like casings and scraping away the sour pith to eat them raw until the skin under my nails hurt 🔥 They still don’t taste right to me when they’re cooked 😂
