It’s the season of fêtes in France.
We’re lucky in Provence; it’s a great place
to celebrate these country festivities.
The late autumn sun was unusually warm here
on Sunday, an extra incentive for all of the 613 inhabitants of Les Mayons to
celebrate the annual chestnut festival.
This is deep Provence, a village surrounded
by cork, olive and chestnut trees – a village steeped in tradition, no glamour here
just good old fashion heart and soul seduction.
Chestnut trees grow wild in this area of
the Massif des Maures where for hundreds of years chestnuts used to be a staple
food for the country folks; they made flour, and beer from chestnuts and fed
the peelings to the animals.
Today, chestnuts are included in many menus
in France. It can be chopped and mixed in with a salad, make a hearty yet
delicate winter soup. It’s the sweetness of chestnuts that makes it so decadent
in our desserts, so enticing in liqueur de Châtaigne.
But why do we say marron glacés for those
wonderful crystallized chestnuts and Vin de Châtaignes for wine made with
chestnuts? They are after all made from the same fruit.
It has to do with the biologic aspect, the
separation of the fruit.
Sweet chestnuts produced from the chestnut
tree can be either marrons or châtaignes depending on the separation – if the
fruit has a partition it’s called a châtaigne, if it’s contained as a single piece, then it’s a
marron.
Châtaigne or marron, nothing beats the
aroma of fresh roasted chestnuts out in the open especially on a fine day in
October.
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