What I remember: It's hard for me to tell exactly what age I was here because I was always so tall....somewhere in gradeschool. This would have been on one of the annual spring visits we made to my grandparents in Brissac. But I can tell you exactly what I was doing. This is my "pooh and his honey jar" face. And that, in my arms? It's marron glacé, a sort of paste made from candied chestnuts, popular in Norther Italy and Southern France. I had a passion for it. Still do, although it's harder to get these days. 'Tis the season, however, when I think about chestnuts...so this was the memory for today.