Every fall, I always buy chestnuts, boil them, peel them, wrap them in bags, and keep them in the freezer room. It's easy to use. My love for chestnuts comes from the chestnut tree in front of my house as a child. I look at the chestnut tree with my head up, and I watch it come out with a leaf, and I watch it come out with fruit, and I see a chestnut hanging on a tree like a little hedgehog, and I can't reach it by any means I can. Only when the fruit is ripe, with a straw hat, shakes the trunk with force, and the chestnuts fall on the ground, and the small hands and feet are stung with chestnuts, and my heart is full of flowers. Hours of happiness were so simple。
This is a rice paste for the fall and winter diet. The chestnuts are on the market, and the mountains are visible, and the pastries made with the corn, the black rice, and the rice are pretty good in nutrition and taste. The winter is a good time for ingenuity, and it often eats the platinum of the chestnut mountain, which serves the abdominal abdominal, replete, emancipated and perceptive, while the mountain serves the function of appetizer, vibrancy and digestion. The whole family drink together, with a sticky body, and fight against the cold winter。