We are now those weird people who live down the street. Every day we walk down a particular block and spend 15 minutes bent over, searching through the fallen leaves, looking for any shiny brown globes peaking through: chestnuts!
It’s been a couple weeks of this activity, and one or two chestnuts a day makes for quite a haul over a long period of time. One day after a windy night we found 35! Now we can make chestnut turkey soup and chestnut butter and who knows what else.
The poor squirrels will just have to make due with acorns because we now have the foraging bug. Chestnuts galore!
Magrilless 
Yum!!! And yay for being weird 🙂
Foraging is historically a long ago and almost forgotten Collin's trait, as is bartering and actually stealing. But the stealing goes back many generation, way too many to count this early in the AM, and is it's own history lesson in it self. (Grandpa Bill has all the good stories as does Grandpa Forest perhaps???? Early days in ABQ – lots of 'foraging' went on.
Anyway, it warms my heart to hear about this Mother, daughter, & multiple dog activity Early education at it's most basic level – Maggie see's her mother stealing -no no- foraging it is, and then Mom teaches Mag's to call it a different name . I do believe this might be Maggie's first English lesson. (hehehe)
Now Gretchy, you did say you yearned for comments, you just didn't set a quality bar we had to met.
love to all,
G-Sue
oh, forgot—-where do you find Chestnut 'whatever' receipts?
So far I know that we'll make turkey chestnut soup and chestnut butter since those are the two recipes I've a) been served at home or b) serendipitously found in a cookbook. I have yet to go searching for anything else. But I'll show ya'll whatever it is we come up with.