“And every mother’s child is gonna spy,
To see if reindeer really know how to fly…”
It’s 80+ degrees outside, and I’ve got a Christmas song stuck in my head. Yeah, I have skillz.
In all seriousness, there is a reason that this refrain is reciting itself within my mind, and it has to do with the very first line of the song:
“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping at your nose…”
Judging from the fact that Jack Frost is still off hibernating on this balmy September day, it’s the chestnuts. Or rather, what I think are chestnuts. You see, the Wee Goon and I were strolling out to give the local stallion his mid-day meal and retrieve the daily mail, and I discovered that there were a myriad of seed pods and nuts strewn across the driveway.
Upon examination, I wondered: “What are these?”
Upon further examination, I thought: “These look sort of like that piece of horse anatomy referred to as the ‘chestnut’. I wonder if that’s what these are!”
So, being the lazy foodie that I am, I took the opportunity to pick up all of the nuts that I could find in the driveway, stuffing them into every nook and cranny of the stroller that was out of Wee Goon’s reach, and carted them home. I say lazy foodie, because, ah… I don’t really weed. At least, I didn’t this year (my first at having a garden). I had intentions to, but things being what they are when there’s a newborn about… it just rarely happened.
Aside from that, I find excitement in foraging. I love picking wild blackcaps. I even found some poor-looking raspberries along the driveway this summer. Don’t even get me started on the mulberry tree at my parents’… delish! And I just picked a couple of apples from the wayward trees just outside of the goat pasture.
I could say that I like things wild. I like the adventure of finding a food source, growing independently on its own.
But, like I said, I’m also lazy. If it can grow itself – hey! I’m good with that. Grow away. Don’t let me stop you. I’m more than happy to feel like I’m on a safari when I go to harvest my peppers and celery!
That said… before I do anything with these ‘nuts’, I thought I ought to confirm with my foraging foodie friends (yes, I love alliteration): are these really chestnuts? And what do you do with them, exactly? Aside from.. you know.. roasting them. Over an open fire. 😉