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Thursday, December 16, 2010
8:54 AM | Posted by Kristi | | Edit Post
I had a lot of Heisse Maroni Angst last year because most people I knew who tried them for the first time, hated them. They complained of weird texture and lack of taste. It was because of these common complaints that I decided to pass by the cute wooden houses billowing smoke without offering up a glance, let alone buying a sack.
During the Spring of 2010, I focused my energy on working up the courage to try them as soon as they were available this Fall. I am happy to report that not only did I try a hot sack of roasted chestnuts, I also loved them. Strike that...I am PROUD to report that I loved them. Whoah...that was cathartic. Admitting liking something that may make people gasp in horror has a way of liberating you. And to all you naysayers out there, YES, I love Switzerland but I don't blindly love everything about it here.
I do have to admit, I can see their consistency being an issue for many. They are sort of in between mushy and firm. I also admit that I prefer the ones that have roasted the longest. The extra smoky flavor really pushes the right buttons. If you are like I once was and have "Heisse Maroni Angst", then it likely occupies all of your thoughts. I am afraid the only cure is to try one of these hot nuts. Love them or hate them, at least you can go on living.