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Chestnuts Roasting On an Open Fireplace 2011

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Boy tries a chestnutCimmy and Boy enjoy the fire.Sawdust logs in the fireplace (flash on)sawdust logs in the fireplaceRoasted chestnut resultsCimmy cracks a chestnut
Nothing like a fire-roasted chestnutPrincess opens a chestnutPrincess eats a chestnut making a funny faceWell, the kids are happy.First look at the resultsAnother look at the results
More resultsResults againHmmmPop goes the chestnutPopDetail of the scoring
Yet another popped chestnutChestnut fully roastedAnother popped chestnut

The really funny thing is that I was away when the actual roasting began.

Via Flickr:
"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire… Jack Frost nipping at your nose…"

And so as the carol goes, we wanted to see if we could do the same. Judging from these photos Cimmorene and I, jaklumen took… wouldn’t you say it was a success?

Inspired by a post at the Art of Manliness blog, which had step-by-step instructions.

Author: jaklumen

Wherever you see "jaklumen", that's me- the username is still unique as of the current year. Be aware that the facet you see, is only a small part of the me that is me.

6 thoughts on “Chestnuts Roasting On an Open Fireplace 2011

  1. I miss that, chestnut roasting. My mother did it every Christmas in order to put the nuts in her stuffing, and I remember cutting my fingers trying to pry the shells off of those hard nuts. Now that dementia has made even cracking nuts too hard for Mom, the ritual has been set aside. My older daughter however has expressed interest in trying it next year, so maybe the next generation will pick up the baton.

    In the meantime I hope you had a good Christmas Day. The traditional Church calendar says there are 11 more days, so I hope the fun keeps going for a little longer!

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    • I get confused about the “12 Days of Christmas”, still. I am not Catholic and far out on a limb as far as Protestantism is concerned… I just look at the plethora of traditions and figure I’ll just keep as much purpose as I figure is needful and satisfying.

      Speaking of dementia… my grandmother has gotten worse with her Alzheimer’s. A few of us were quite frustrated, as she couldn’t shut up about how fat Cimmy was, or if she remembered her Peel-A-Pound soup recipe (she asks everyone), etc. Then my daughter displayed a little more attitude than gratitude about her gift from my parents (because it was hard to figure out), so my father and I took a walk to go grumble for a while. I was pleasantly surprised to return to find my wife had put her arm around Grandma and was pleasantly distracting her, and that my daughter’s gift had finished synchronizing with my father’s computer. Princess quieted down when I pulled up a playlist of all the Christmas songs my father had gathered and I had downloaded unintentionally and stuck some music in her ears.

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      • Oh lord, poor Cimmy. Social workers and doctors keep saying to ignore those dumb, irritating comments and tics because the person with Alzheimer’s aren’t conscious of what they’re saying or doing. Yeah, I know that: but if you’re dealing with it on a daily basis, or you’re in a public place where people don’t realize your grandmother or parent has the disease, it can drive you crazy. It sounds like Cimmy handled it beautifully: and it’s funny how sometimes just a little change, a hug or music or plate of cookies can transform the moment.

        Your daughter’s ‘tude—lol! I know how she feels, after getting a food processor that I couldn’t figure out how to assemble. (I also find that kitchen gadgets don’t necessarily make my work easier.) But she’s young, and it’s hard to see it’s not all about her. I ought to add, even in their 20s my kids forget that too. šŸ™‚

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      • “….isn’t conscious….” I need more coffee, sorry.

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  2. Oh, my gosh! Very cool!!
    Looks like a great tradition!

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