When I was in high school, my dad took me to London. It was my first trip outside of the US. Well, it was my first trip outside the US unless you count trip to Mexico my parents took when I was in utero. No? Fine. It was my first experience with serious jet lag, so I can’t say that I have a whole lot of detailed memories about the trip. I do remember the smell and taste of chestnuts though. When I saw chestnuts being sold on the street here, I realized I had thought that chestnuts were ONLY sold in England. I had never seen them anywhere else. My small little world expanded.
As winter sets in, chestnut carts/stands/grills start popping up. I saw these women this week, outside of the Anguk subway stop, sandwiched between a scarf vendor and a vegetable pancake vendor. They chatted and giggled as they worked, as ajummas tend to do. The smell was heavenly and I got to take a little trip down memory lane.