tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310859977328482127.post5322105695233525628..comments2023-06-02T05:51:51.157-07:00Comments on London Calling... a Carter-Johnson year abroad: Heaven and Hell... or maybe the reverse?Rebecca Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835541074766008269noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310859977328482127.post-87774325954285236152011-12-13T20:10:24.630-08:002011-12-13T20:10:24.630-08:00Loved the pictures. Have one question about the r...Loved the pictures. Have one question about the roasted chestnuts. Did you taste them? When I am walking along a street I smell them first and think ... what is that awful smell.<br /><br />The next time I am in London I am going to stop and try them ... or at least one. My only experience with chestnuts is making a turkey dressing that called for them, one Xmas. Kelvin must have peeled them for an hour. When Xmas was over, he asked, "Was the dressing really better because of the chestnuts?"<br /><br />I couldn't give a resounding yes.<br /><br />But as I said above, I think I will stop and try them, for it is not just once that I have passed the fire roasting the chestnuts and thought, "Do people really eat these?"<br /><br />I shall report back when I do.Arta Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07329194629476229822noreply@blogger.com