I’ll forgive you for thinking that chestnuts roasting on an open fire and Jack Frost nipping at your nose are only Christmas time delights. Here on the French-German border, they are the stuff of wintertime, even after St. Nick has packed up and headed home.
We spent a very cold weekend in Strasbourg, France, and found this chestnut roaster and his “heisse maroni” stand waiting for us outside the door of the Cathedral Notre-Dame de Strasbourg.
Chestnut roasters are a sight I’ll always welcome. Jack Frost, however, is growing tiresome.