Over the past few weeks I’ve begun to notice little vendors popping up around the city corners selling roasted chestnuts. If you don’t see them, you will certainly smell them. They have small stands that are overflowing with chestnuts and nest to them are little grills roasting chestnuts. The delicious aroma fills the streets and particularly on chilly nights, I have been tempted to buy the chestnuts that are served in a folded cone paper.
However, I don’t think I had ever tried roasted chestnuts before! My only knowledge of roasted chestnuts came from the Christmas Song (“Chestnuts roasting over an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose…”) So of course, I really wanted to try them. Finally, last night as I was walking home and was especially feeling the biting cold (or as the song would claim, Jack Frost was nipping at my nose), I decided to buy some chestnuts! I handed over my two euros in exchange for a fresh, steaming cone of chestnuts. They warmed my hands as I walked back to my home, and as I peeled the shell and began to devour the yummy insides as I enjoyed the newly decorated holiday light trees of the city, I could feel the Christmas spirit ebbing at me. I know it’s still 7 weeks away, but I think Christmas season is starting early here, and I’m not complaining because I love the holidays and I have no doubt that Granada will offer a beautiful and festive and holiday season! Until then, I will enjoy the simple pleasures of roasted chestnuts on chilly winter nights.