Don’t Worry, Eat Chestnuts

Dear Children,

Marshall and I spent a nice afternoon with your father’s family yesterday. Daddy and Livia had to stay home, because they were sick. Poor Livia cried because she couldn’t go. I felt bad leaving her behind, but she was coughing so much. Not only did she need her rest, but we didn’t want to expose Vovó (who is over 80) to any dangerous germs.

It was chestnut season. November 11 is Dia de Sao Martinho (St. Martin’s Day). In Portugal, it’s traditional to celebrate the day by roasting chestnuts and drinking the first wine of the year. Technically, we visited on the weekend after, but there were still chestnuts at the store and Vovô always has wine. He offered me jupinga (I’m not sure of the spelling—it’s a sweet Portuguese liqueur).

But before any wine or wine-based liqueurs could be drunk, the chestnuts had to be roasted. Vovó gave me a lesson on how to do that. Here I will tell you everything I learned from her, all details lovingly included.

Preheat the oven to 400°.

Wash, drain, and (if necessary) pat dry the chestnuts.

Using a knife with a sharp point, carefully poke a hole at one end of the flatter side, slip the blade under the skin, and cut downward and around, following the shape of the chestnut, to create a little flap. The way she had me do this was to hold a paring knife along the blade so that I could control the point. I wouldn’t recommend this method to anyone else, but as all my fingers are intact, I would use it again.

I worried about making mistakes. Vovó was patient. “Worry about yourself, not the chestnut,” she said. In other words, don’t cut yourself. Everything else is fine. Take a chunk out of the nut inside? No problem. Don’t get all the way through the skin? No problem. Accidentally cut the flap off? No problem. The only thing that matters, she said, is that you create some sort of cut to let out some steam and keep your chestnuts from exploding. She showed me several other ways one could cut a chestnut, such as cutting down the rounder side. She says she gets the best results when she does them the way she showed me.

Then you put the chestnuts on a cookie sheet. She had lined hers with aluminum foil. She also tossed salt on top of the chestnuts, but only, she said, because Vovô likes a little salt on them.

Put them in the oven and let them bake briefly at 400°. I’m not sure how long it was, maybe 10-15 minutes. Then turn the heat down to 350° and bake them some more. Some people just roast them at 350°, but Vovó says she likes the way they come out when you start them out hotter.

After about 30 minutes total baking time, start checking them. They’re done when they can be squeezed easily. Take out a sample and squeeze it. If it squeezes nice, and peels nice, try a nibble. If it seems done, then you’re good to go.

Now, at this point, some people would simply peel the chestnuts. Vovó said it’s important to peel them while they’re still hot or the skins will get hard again, but she likes to “sweat” the chestnuts first. She puts them in a large bowl lined with dry paper towels. Then she puts a wet paper towel across the top of the chestnuts, topped by a clean, dry dish towel, topped by a baking sheet. This keeps the chestnuts warm, and steams them just a bit, which helps the skins come off easier.

After they’ve had their sauna, you peel them. Peeling is easy. You squeeze them until the shell cracks, then take the shell off the nut. Simple, right? Except when the nut pulls apart, or part of the shell is growing into the cracks of the nut, or the papery inner skin doesn’t want to come off, or there are yucky spots on the chestnuts. Here’s how Vovó taught me to handle these issues.

  • Nut pulls apart while you’re taking the skin off. Oh, well. Take it out the best you can. Put the pieces in the bowl along with the perfect ones. Or eat it, if you like.
  • Papery inner skin doesn’t want to come off. Use your paring knife to gently scrape it up. Cut it off if it’s really stubborn.
  • Shell growing into the nut. Try to pull it out. If necessary, open the nut and cut it out. She told me not to worry too much about overlooking any pieces of shell, though, because they won’t hurt you.
  • Yucky spots. There’s no way to know if a chestnut is bad until you take off its shell. Vovó said she once got a batch that was completely bad, but most of the time, there are only a few bad ones. If the thing is obviously rotten or bug-eaten, throw it away. Small yucky or yucky-looking spots can be cut off. Black spots are bad, but brown ones usually aren’t. It’s important to note that there’s a lot of variation in color. Your average roasted chestnuts are mostly yellow with traces of brown, but some are almost completely brown, and she says those are fine, too. She must be right. I ate some brown ones, and I haven’t died yet.

You kids consider chestnuts a strange, foreign food. The texture is unusual, granted, but I think the biggest problem is that you don’t know what to expect from them. The color variations freak you out. So I will pass along what Vovó told me. She said you should always break open the nut before you eat it. That way you can tell if it’s bad before you eat it. Inside, the color of the nut will range from whitish to brownish. This is normal. At the end of the nut will be a little brown piece. This is the sprout that would have come out of the nut had it been allowed to grow. It’s perfectly edible, but little kids who don’t want to eat it can just pull that part off. Vovó is easy-going.

Most people keep cooking instructions shorter, I know. I included every detail so that we can put our minds at ease later if we start to fret over the details. Vovó’s chestnut-roasting lesson was, in a way, a lesson in not worrying. Aside from cutting yourself, there’s hardly anything that can go so terribly wrong. Just prepare the chestnuts and eat them. They’re good, and they’re good for you. Life doesn’t always have to be hard.

Love,

Mom

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Mental Clutter

The daily target for NaNoWriMo is 1,667 words. I exceeded that number on one day. Otherwise I’ve consistently failed to meet it. Any gain I might have made on that one wordy day was immediately lost on the next, when I wrote only 175 words.

The most annoying thing is that when I sit down and write my stream of consciousness, which is essentially brain clutter, I can write pages and pages of it. That writing has no purpose other than to clean up my brain. I have embraced the idea that getting rid of the mental clutter is part of how you move on to better writing. Still, it’s galling to be able to write reams of throwaway text with such ease but trying to write with purpose still feels like pulling teeth.

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Keep It Brief

Readers gravitate toward that which is pithy, especially in the Internet Age, in which there is too much to read and too little time. That’s why we have a wonderful new acronym: TLDR (Too Long; Didn’t Read). It’s quick and dirty, sort of mean, and yet it’s hard to argue with it. I could go on and on about it, but then this post would be TL.

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Thinking

I don’t think I’m going to win NaNoWriMo this year. I’m not really “in it to win it.” I’m in it to write a novel, not just 50,000 words, but as many words as it takes. The 30-day time frame has lost meaning for me. In the stats tracker of the NaNoWriMo website, they tell me that at my current rate I will finish on December 30. That doesn’t bother me much. I think to myself, “Hey, that’s pretty good. I’d be thrilled to have written a novel by the end of the year!”

I’m falling a little further behind every day. I’m at my creative best when I spend a lot of time researching and reading and thinking, then fuse all of that into something new. That’s how I work. I also tend to do my best thinking in writing form (blog posts, journal entries, lists, writing exercises, etc.). These things take away time from the actual novel writing. Plus I’ve got two children, a mid-November work deadline, and the impending holidays to manage. The odds are against hitting the 50K mark by the end of November.

But NaNoWriMo will be gone at the end of the month, along with all of its benefits: permission to write poorly, pressure to keep writing, a supportive community, a handy stat-tracking website, and friendly competition. Without those, I’m not sure I can stick with my novel until it’s done. Or, to put it another way, NaNoWriMo is serving a purpose, and I don’t know what to replace it with come December.

So I haven’t conceded yet. Instead I’m trying to embrace the best parts of the NaNoWriMo philosophy without allowing myself to be caged by them. I’m going to continue working on my novel in my own way, even if that means fewer words per day. It is my hope that there will be days when the research/reading/thinking pays off by illuminating large sections of the story. On those days I will write for all I’m worth. Maybe I’ll even catch up. But if I don’t, I’m not going to feel bad about it, but rather devote myself to finding another form of motivation.

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I Like What?

Yesterday I found out that I like to listen to “atmospheric electronic” music while writing. I started listening to it simply because I thought it might suit the sci-fi bent of my novel. As it turned out, I enjoyed some of it enough to replay it.

I keep telling the kids that “you learn something new every day.” This is true. And sometimes the new things we learn are about ourselves, the people we had thought we already knew inside and out. Isn’t it a wonderful thing to be surprised by yourself?

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Life Without the Internet

A nor’easter hit the Northeast on the Sunday before last. Had it brought snow, who knows how bad the damage might have been. As it was, the winds (hurricane-strength in some areas) knocked down trees and power lines all over the place.

Our lights flickered, but we did not lose power for any extended period of time. We were very lucky. Not everyone else was. My sister-in-law lost power for several days. Our kids got two days off from school as the town struggled to get the power back on.

But our Internet was out for at least four days, leaving me cut off from the blog, my e-mail, my Facebook and Twitter feeds, Netflix, and also my workplace. Our telephone was out, too. I barely get a cell phone signal here, so I had to walk down the driveway just to call my boss and let her know I was offline.

It was strange to be cut off from the outside world like that. I had no idea what was happening out there in the world. I had this terrible, nagging feeling of things going bad at work. There was no way to know, and the whole episode made me realize how pathetically dependent we are on our wi-fi.

There was one benefit, though. Without the Internet to distract me, it was fairly easy to make myself sit down and write. I started NaNoWriMo on time. I didn’t write nearly enough, but at least it was something. I have written every day since.

Except today. I just don’t feel like it. I thought that maybe if I sat down in front of the computer I could convince myself to write. And I did, only I wrote this, which is not what I needed to be doing.

I’m not going to wish for more Internet or power outages. That would be stupid. But I do hope that I can learn to ignore the Internet when I don’t need it. I shouldn’t allow it to distract me from the things that are more important!

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Oh, Murphy, You Sly Dog

We had another power outage this afternoon. As the minutes turned into hours I was starting to worry about dinner, because I wouldn’t be able to cook without any electricity. So I called the hubby to ask him to bring dinner home with him.

He was too busy to talk right then, but he called me back half an hour later. “So, is the power still out?” he asked. “Yes,” I replied. “The power is still out. We are completely powerle…”

And at that very moment, like magic, the lights came back on.

Murphy’s Law strikes again!

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It’s a Law

We woke up this morning and found that we had no electricity. The kids had to eat cold cereal and drink bottled water for breakfast. After putting them on the school bus, my hubby and I went out for coffee.

When we got back home, my hubby asked what I was going to do. Normally at that time of morning I’d go online, check the news, and read my Facebook and Twitter feeds. That wasn’t an option with the wi-fi out. So my choices were to write, take a walk, play the piano, or go to work without any Internet access.

It was too early to start working. We suspected, though, that the other three choices would be subject to Murphy’s Law. Choosing any one of them was likely to bring back the power immediately, which would spoil all the fun.

Such a conundrum! I hesitated, hoping that the power would come back right then and spare me the choice. It didn’t, though, and time was a-wasting. I had to make a decision.

I chose writing. I ran upstairs, grabbed my notebook, and headed toward my desk. I was about three feet away when the lights flicked on.

Murphy’s Law—it’s not for nothing that it’s called a law!

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Sweet Mommy, Sweet Daughter

I usually get up late on the weekends. It’s my reward for getting up early during the week. When I finally dragged myself downstairs this morning my husband said, “Watch out, kids. It’s the Red Woman Morning Monster!” The kids thought that was pretty funny, but Livia gave me a hug and said, “No, you’re a Sweet Mommy Flower Delicate.”

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Before November

I’m giving some thought to joining NaNoWriMo this year. It’s the first year since Marshall was born that I feel like I could possibly have time. I certainly feel the itch to write!

I’m not sure I want to follow their rules and restrict myself to just their type of writing during one particular month, though. I’ve decided to postpone that particular decision until the last moment. But whether I join officially or not, I want to free up as much time for writing in November as possible.

In order to clear the way, there are some tasks that I need to take on now. I already wrote a letter of dispute over an excessively high medical bill. I finished the first volume of my nature book (the printout is en route as we speak!). I am tackling Laundry Mountain right now. I have already started Christmas shopping. So things are looking good.

But I still need to…

  1. Pay the regular bills and follow up on that disputed bill.
  2. Write blog posts about the kids so that I’ll have something to include in my year-end photo album
  3. Sort through the pictures I took this year and choose the ones I want in our year-end photo album. This is critical not only for the small, shared version of the album, which must be completed early in December, but also for our Christmas card.
  4. Get everyone’s Halloween costumes ready.

November, here I come!

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