I adore chestnuts, when I was a child in '50 & '60s we used to roast them on the front of the coal fire, balancing them was an art, too far in they were lost or burnt. I once had them as a dessert, Marron Glacé, at the Goring In London, like eating sweet velvet. But now they are dry, tasteless and sometimes rotten. I know my palette is blunted by age but when one considers how far they had to travel all those years ago, how transport is speedier now surely their condition should be as good as I remember them ?
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