When my grandfather died, the only thing he asked to be buried with was a small pouch of roasted chestnuts. he used to say they reminded him of long cold walks home through wartime forests that smelled like smoke and bark.
Anyway after the funeral, I cracked one open by the fire and it was still sweet. RIP baba
Anyway after the funeral, I cracked one open by the fire and it was still sweet. RIP baba