Lola and I had observed several Polish people in the parks in Warsaw gathering chestnuts. Curious, and feeling adventurous, we decided to experiment.
So I climbed a tree, shaking a couple of the branches to rain down chestnuts to the ground, where Lola gathered them up.
Later, we looked up how to roast them. When Lola pulled them out of the oven, I set to peeling them. Then popped one of them into my mouth… and spat it out again. They were incredibly bitter. We decided that maybe roasting chestnuts wasn’t for us after all…
(More about Poland when I’m back in Scotland and have uploaded my own photos, instead of cheekily using Lola’s!)