Chestnuts roasting on a winter fire

Another gloriousely claustrophobic day indoors. Extending Christmas novelties, mother roasted chestnuts on our burning fire. Remember to inscribe them with an X or they shall most certainly explode! I love the nutty smell and the sharp crack of the bark as I dig my greedy nails into the trapped flesh. The splinters of chestnut are hard to pick out of my teeth.

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