Monday, March 11, 2013

A Chestnut Surprise

            The weather was “iffy”, cool, cloudy with sprinkles of rain every now and then. We talked about taking Yves and Marylene on a hike and vacillated about canceling it or going ahead. In the end, we decided to go for the hike. It was on an old stone path, purportedly constructed by Archbishop Richilieu and the Roman Catholic forces from the North to use while he was making attacks on rebellious Huguenots of the South embedded in the forests and hills of the Cevenne. That’s the story. Yves and Marylene never had hiked the trail, so off we went.
            The weather held mostly. We got to the bottom of the trail and found a beautiful spring flowing. We crossed the stream and hiked further back along the creek till we found an abandoned Moulin (mill) that was once used to grind chestnuts (a local tree) to make chestnut flour. Across the stream, Marylene found chestnuts on the ground and began telling us of the wonderful taste of fresh roasted chestnuts, a delicacy from this area her grandmother used to prepare. So she stuffed her pockets with chestnuts before we turned around and headed back up the hill to the car, now in the rain.
            Around 8:00 p.m. there was a knock on our door. There was Marylene with a container of fresh roasted chestnuts for us! Oh my! Another new taste: sweet, woody, earthy, and wonderful! 


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