When I was still in Hong Kong, I will walk the streets and smell out the roasted chestnut street vendor. It is my favorite street food in the winter; hugging the warm brown bag of roasted chestnut with a wonderful smell following you. I miss it. There are no street vendors here, what come close is just packaged cooked chestnut that are void of any warm toastiness. I did eat at least a pound of chestnut when I was there.
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