Autumn means chestnuts, castagne and I always think of my Italian grandfather, Nonno Anni whenever we roast them. In the Abruzzo in the 1930s, Nonno Anni harvested chestnuts beneath Gran Sasso, later taking them to turn to flour at the stone mill with the wooden water wheel on the canal below his village of Fossa.
Zoë Boccabella 
Roasted chestnuts are so good. I love the warmth in your hand on a cold day.
On the day we roasted the chestnuts it was rainy outside but cosy in – smiling.