In my area castagne (‘chestnuts’) in the past were considered a real blessing. A natural source of food available for free for everyone.
My grandfather in his old age hated them, because during his childhood they couldn’t eat anything else.
We might say that castagne saved many lives.
The fist step is of course collecting them. Hard work guys, your back will hurt a lot.
Step two is preparing them.
Fresh castagne might be boiled or roasted
but the most of them were dried to preserve them and to make flour.
I don’t like chestnut flour very much, too sweet, but I do like dried chestnut
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(See also “I miss castagne -1” https://misshome.wordpress.com/2013/08/24/55-i-miss-castagne-1/ )