Roasted Chestnut is a true little weakness for me. It means all at once festivities, holidays, coziness and treats. It’s a seasonal wonder. As soon as I’m travelling within the good season, I always look around me when I walk on the street in hoping to find some stands where they roast some on the spot. It makes me so happy to buy my little bag of chestnut and eating them walking in a new country, exploring at the same time. The last time I ate some during a trip we were in Porto. What a lovely memory!
So here we are … back in the cold Quebec City. To warm my heart, I decided to make me some house made roasted chestnuts. Of course, as you start to know me now … I love butter A LOT so, I put some! Why? Because butter is LIFE!!