At one time in the U.S. it was said that a squirrel could hop onto a chestnut tree on the east coast and go all the way to the Mississippi River halfway across the U.S. without ever having to touch the ground, just by jumping from one chestnut tree to another. Alas, the chestnut blight killed the
trees. Today chestnuts are rarely seen except for farms that grow them and those are usually the Chinese hybrids. If I’m fortunate
enough to obtain some, I freeze them a couple of days first, before roasting and shelling. Notch the shell before roasting at 275 degrees for an hour, so they don’t explode in the
oven, creating a mess. I just put on the floor on top of a board, and press a knife down the center halfway thru. That makes it easier to peel later too. So good just out of hand after roasting. Once I overcooked some and could not eat them that way. Threw into a pot of rice and they were scrumptious. I like them in cornbread stuffing too, with cranberries, for Thanksgiving.